Get a little higher.
Travel the sky and sail the clouds. Touch every color and horde your ego.
Get a little lower.
Bathe in the living earth of worms, fungi, dirt-covered humility, and all kinds of creepy crawlers and characters.
Get a little closer.
And I’ll tell you all my secrets.
The thoughts that ache me when I lie awake.
The things I feel when I wrap my open embrace around my most precious.
Get a little farther.
Smile and wave your limbs at a distance.
Curse and throw knives at my most vulnerable.
Do whatever you want.
I ain’t yo mamma.