I wanted to stay forever in / that rocking place.

I wanted to stay forever in / that rocking place.
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which made the poem / feel pretty far away, / though it was standing / in the middle of everything,
This could be my play where I am watering my sibling’s tomato plants in the morning and the play is / me thinking about you watching me water the tomato plants, which you aren’t doing.
I’ve shriveled/ into puddle/ pounded/
my bones/ into biomes I don’t belong/
jettisoned the spirit-spin/ at the junction/
of the salacious/ and self-adulation/