Tagged: acceleration

we are all at once

we are all at once
secure and insecure
about the space
between us –
with no agreed upon
unit of measurement,
we have to
negotiate every
vibration, adapt
to each curve,
swallow words
in different
combinations and feel
the push and pull
of acceleration
with a new gravity

the art of being

the art of being
with one another is tucked
into those early

mornings – from zero to sixty,
hanging onto the inbetweens