bear hands

every day I try out

my balancing act

but i was

always clumsy

so i tilt

and i sway

and you've never seen

me gracious

is it appropriate to

curse the world?

i turned my back on him

and he turned

ugly.

i wake up

in rain

sweating

feverish pine

even though

i fell asleep

smiling

this strange new

honey

floating in our eyes

i remember

when things changed

and I pressed

flowers for you

and so

there is

something unsettling

about the rain

on my window

every time

i wake up

thinking of you.

now

i collect dew

like

dreams

to

show

you.