Touch Grass

fall fail fracture spirit into tired particles sweat drenching gravity wetting the beard of the holy ghost the buzzed green hair of a god I wanted to cuddle and I will, if you'll have me, lay here forever

from earth I. Learning the granular each blade breaks into consonants green sounds waking the lips between teeth and tip of tongue onglet grass invisible keys I stroke each hillock as if clutching the powdered digits of an ancestor. II. Walking breathing fungal seiner the sole touches imam climbs over the streaks of straw intlights its rhythm on the sober asphodel each faucet answers the fugitive call whereas underground roots crate language in unpronounceable signs