as much as I want to please you
God holds down my tongue,
holds down my spine
in a fixated angle
and as much I want to
be with you
I feel like
a bundle of broken bridges
meeting
your eye. God plants
my feet in the offish
keeps my axial
spinning off its axis
and like a deformed loop
I keep wanting to forget
how to create an awkward
equilibria from this stimulus
God knows much of this
as well as the finite little
you know as well.