This is just like us. We are confusing
humans. We get like this. Between sap
and structure. I am counting on this nail
polish to stifle the feeling. Pony preserved
in the night sky by way of constellation.
Assemblage best seen from the mountains.
Do you see her when you go to the far place?
New poem from Gina Keicher
I’m obsessed with this poem and it made me want to diet and travel and be a better boyfriend.