four_on_the_forest_floor tender_square i took the muddy path because i could, slipping in what could take me down if i strode too quick. rainwater pooled into marshes, tiny ravines that ran into the creek. he sang through earbuds about a tarpit in the sky, my chest-pocketed cell phone undulating sonic waves into my vena cava. i walked past the wigwam of sticks, ducked my head inside that timber ribcage; glistening bones beyond their rightful place. my body pumped his heartsong into air with solace for who he’s helped me become. 220404 what's it to you? who go blather from