I laugh—oh the things I would have conjured / could I conjure: silicone Ohropax, flashlights, / popsicles, plastic diapers, tampons— / I was always on my period

Google tells me she loves American football, and I wonder what twist of data gave her this quirk, this sweet brave way in which she diverges from me, diverts surveillance, leads the advertisers astray.

I am not comparing myself to Creator; I am only saying I am made of water; I am only saying I flow to the sea.

My knees, hips, knuckles, and spine were strung by an amateur marionette maker.

The neurologist says, The world must be dreamed
before it can be seen—

...I can only imagine this kind of grief
and I do.