ALT I am two in one like a sparrow’s wings, and if spring is late I stay content with bearing the good omen.

ALT Everything is being blown away; A little horse trots up with a letter in its mouth, which is read with eagerness As we gallop into the flame.

ALT I want to text you but I'm tired of looking at screens & I hate to be negative here, but I know how this goes: you marvel at the morsels of sun between my fingers, I find a lucky penny in your attention. You seem grounded—but people always do. Even earth is shaken with a shift of plates. & you can't be dirt to me. You can bring some though, & I'll bring some. But my thing is, where do I get the seed? Or what do we plant instead? I want less diagrams & more carbonation. I want to stop mourning you before we've met. Give me your shoelace, anything, I'll plant it. Or—we will,