hearing not the flower's cries,
as it dries
when it dies,

the man says:
how tenderly peaceful;
it is noiseless:

it is well.

i
do not want to be
your
lemon in a soda pop
your
ice cube on top
i
do not want to float
just barely
above the surface
surrounded by
your
melting
bland
liquid
i
do not want to be
soaked in
seeped in
combined into
your
being
your
well
your
endless
lukewarm
cup of tea.

it is okay
that you do not
remember me

it is hard to
remember
anything now.

after you
they are so quick to fade
from hot to less

i do not need ice
i go for cheap

i am lukewarm
and rotten when thawed

on the beach.

you dipped your finger in my sand,
watched the grains fall off your skin:
in the multitude of what appeared to be
simply only
more of the same

you saw the ones glinting in the sun
and missed those that were invisible,
you shook off your left with right,
shaking loose points to which i clung:

my sand fell,
but i am sure you can tell
you have not rid you of all of me.

ask.

i would like you to ask me,
first,

is this okay?

before your hands settle on
my shoulders
my hair
the parts of me that aren't open
to air

perhaps
if you knew me
you'd also know that i hate your touch
because
after all
we are not that close
we are not even what i'd consider
friends

so when you smile
i will smile back
simply because society says
this is what we do
this is what you do

and when you wave or glance and nod
i will reciprocate
because
this is what i do
this is what we do

maybe i like you
maybe i don't
and maybe i hate you,
you might never know

but if you happen to be around me
and your hand falls on me
and i shift slightly out of bounds
or say, do not touch
then please, do not touch me
because
i would like you to ask me,
first,

is this okay?

disconnect.

and so the rock is worn down by water
down by the place of suspension
of hidden remorse
once living, is now hardened
that hardened, is now unstable
constantly leaving
rippled.
down by the place of suspension
where rock had no feeling
now, no longer rock, it goes in
unseen
with the water warbling around
down by the place of suspension

everything goes.
the rock lost weight
and in morsels
lost itself.

flickering exit
is clearly broken
while she walks off
after they walk out
makes me feel lonelier
and stronger
like an orphan
who killed her own parents
to feel this way.

physics room, midnight to noon.