Tearing a piece from a loaf of bread,
you told me I am an ordinal direction
I am a current
Gesturing to yourself, you indicate that you are
a forest fire, an asterisk of motion, everything
burning down and growing all at once.
And both the fire (crawling out, trailing along 64)
and the rivers (a letting of water bodies)
resemble a single raw nerve.
I feel more like a boat rocking
on the east,
than the north itself.
When we’ve finished the bread,
ask me / tell me, how to carry my legs and
fingers and hair, how to be a vessel
and still move forward.