I have never known a sunbeam
soft as the boundary between skin
and expectation. I mean known
in the biblical sense, where they
come to us as names, leave as stories,
and between we speak all in verse. Babe,
I'll never know my own story; but
let's make a new way of knowing
the only way we know how, banging
two ontologies together to
mine their frictive seam. Weave a shot
of epistema drenalin ology
to the heart; we'll drink and be meri-
stem, infiltrated with fragile growth
like sunglown goosebump hairs
stood proud by breath.