a separation written 04/02/2022 05/06/2022 the morning starts clear-minded or at the very least, free-flowing boombox turned astronaut I read the morning paper and pull off, already high, Rifling through thoughts loosely filed how many times I commute to you? how many times I crossed the whole body, looking for ends how many hills? I feel like a volcano, but cold it’s a separation, no expectation of anything to flower from my visit but I know it does my hands fold like dollar bills it flowers on the road singing “Feed me” but the roads are conveyor belts, pulling at sunrise drive faster and love will make you hungrier here mouths fold like dollar bills shining a new light on things I fly her in my breath is inky and unknown but I hold back nothing I flower on the road and die before anyone gets a picture I’ll archive it cuz I know you missed me I can’t tell the distance in the dark I’ll plant seeds but I gotta leave to take it seriously --- Hike written 04/07/2022 Pie...