we find ourselves again, in-betweening
entwining up switching ons to offs
something to fit new-space
to hold is we’re told to hold
take the comfort, boy, it’s yours;
this place is memory hardened
a series of gaps between arms. We don’t yet know
are the result of pacing. Watching others pounce
always made you lurch. That was me
this in-betweening; shaping words
I would never normally
More space drops.
you, so very much
finding something in-between – same edges
clip your tongueback and
make you pause. This likeness is. Is it.
Like a nowhere hand? Push harder
strange optimism lurks
Hesitation is the death of me wondering deadly
what will emerge, moth-slow
in y/our light.