Whenever we do not agree, we embrace
Lack of agreement, like we do the night
When we cannot agree on sleep of birds.
Keeping an eye on our misdemeanors.
We keep awake keeping an eye on theirs. We sleep embracing pillows in folded legs.
Attention! we cry in our sheets, those days. We pretend we like them on their backs
But in their embrace we make our faces
Ugly enough to look in mirrors, noses up. We embrace smoke from the backs of cars.
That way tear gas works perfectly in ducts.
We embrace our evenings of empty chatter. We embrace rain, praising our god in death
And bodies going up in a blue wood smoke.
We embrace absence, bodies turning ideas.