year ear

music was a grandma throwing ball
within momentum of family pitches,
classic with child or not...

I love you rippled in tipped up on toes
over shelf partition to pass softened zucchini
he's not scared of now, like wild fermentation's choreography
shows a rhythm by animal
knowing when going away can be lazy
and I massaged a shoulder seriously as with carried ran ball
without exaggeration over fumbling blues burst
from trampoline to my knees
without vinyl pads but pulse of one room not depleted further

she's short enough for children
so on off shoulder dress reduced to that meter of fabric in dance Tweet