pick me up

pick 

again on touch: because you do it so 

around and again and never on me! you 

frustration in my life, built up of time 

zones and oceans and the seams of 

when there’s a you and a

me

type of sea, 

for fish for fish for fish in my pocket

wiggling with eyes and tries 

to grow biceps and triceps.

for fish for fish for fish for you, your

rivers that built the canoes we kiss tonight and

tomorrow night we kiss the rivers for lying about building 

them and us

up 

high on the squishness of the waves that built 

your skill at good-byeing away again seam

ripping my rivers 

and rivers of joints apart from when we met 

hoards of boats ago yet you hoard only 

my joints of all things?

hunched over me as i hunch over 

what i associate with you? 

what could i associate with you 

other than your posture as you’re watching 

me. maybe a physical thing 

that i hate the way i hate the way 

rivers build canoes and 

canoes build nothing and

nothing builds 

again on touch, of all things.