We argued until the words stopped meaning anything at all.    We were just running along on top
of them            like kids on a roof.                                                       By the morning,
what we’d said mattered not at all.

I looked at you, as the sun, bright with exhaustion, came up.

When I said, “can I please speak for once?” even though I’d been speaking all night,
I felt my mouth moving                       while my body stayed still.

If my body could pull itself apart from me, it would.
If it could slip me off, like a light sweater, it would.

Now my body reaches for you. What I choose to do with my body. Where I press my wordless
mouth.