I miss worry. Not so much in reality. But, lucid understandable dreams. I miss worry.  She is wise and explains in nude languages why we both leave, scurry. All of the mice in there walls have politics. I am as easy as a puzzle. Pieces made square. i want you to look at me, even distractedly, say, “this is how it goes?”
Categorizing, like, perpedicular lines.
Trust rust empire city. “Want a bottle of water?” A drop to wet your lips or sprinkle a flower with your fingertips.
The rest of the story goes in and out, inbetween our hips. This is the first time i ever said with a kiss, “ i want you to get the, ”jist". Yardsale paradisio.