After three years of cutting teeth Unable to evolve, We sit in the river, trying To meet each other, Finally.

On this, the last night Of our grand game Of House, which we have always Played to win.

I mean to encounter you, To push through the skin of mind And know the flavor of your thoughts Before they’re shaped like words, but

I am too busy tightening My stomach, making myself smaller, Easier for you to hold on to Even as the current Tugs me away.