chicago is brick and big and subway
all the prowl and moments bumped out of bags
next to you in the subway
reflections met, or spent, or met again

q: are they looking into eyes?
q: are they looking at the passing lights?
q: are the looking at you looking into eyes?
q: are they looking at you looking at passing lights?
q: does the sound of dance mean i'm at home here?

a lighter stolen and confessed
how dramatic, but i enjoyed having a little stolen second in hand

so many versions of thrive
I thrive trees in the interum thrive bags on the street
thrive, I

listen, reflection, hear

i'm allowed this passion
i'm allowed to breathe as myself as you as they as he as we

i'm allowed to love my mum, to miss
to wait for the snow and yet notwait but grow

rise the unexpected, rise the breath in bags, rise last leaf from the trees, rise brick from the street, rise words from the page, rise language shared, rise intuition and gut, rise reaction, rise the broken-fused light on the subway, rise questions, rise some answers, rise memory, rise kitty to the aquarium, rise time, rise grass and tree eye, rise screenplays without subtext, rise creatures i am afraid of and love, rise messages, rise trauma, rise hope, rise renewal and selflove, rise communing and community, rise moment, rise windows, rise hands to fall agented, rise what comes after, rise words of a wise girl, rise createdpeace, rise classroom murmors, rise beginnings, rise articulation and arbitration, rise whatever you make, rise tea in the mornings, rise facing, rise sadness, rise newmusic, rise i see you, rise

...my nose all chapped from the settingcold...
...my nose sniffling in the settingcold...
...my nose smelling new in the settingcold...

words sent spiral, you said
your words, your it's okay what feels, not always clear
to bring clarity, but alive, but you're alive, but we accept the alive
but every love miracles the color fresh

i think of family. of accepted family. of extended and accepted family.
histories fought for. gained. lost. gained.

i heard your stories, i heard the laughs of planets colliding nova

what we are here for, what we bond, what makes water or estrogen or sparkle or all the conglomerate moments of atoms who have nuetralized in past life and met back up someday sometime someway somehow some little fragmented mixture sparks

not too much makes sense, but
we like it that way
don't we?

i will accept like water into tide like rock into water like cloud into rain like what must come next
i will accept

thrive is the bestword