and our bodies filled up like balloons and the concrete gave out beneath our feet

maybe nicknames are how we trick the wind
into sneaking travelers between realms

i think the issue is everyone
has been so beautiful in
every poem, everyone // except me.

Study is what you do with other people, Moten says.

In the passenger seat,
I pressed the hotel bible on the floor
like a gas pedal.

Yes, you are complicit.