What if I went down to the pinegrove & didn’t find anything? What if I went past it, yet nothing in me sang? Now I’m behind again because my bones won’t align that way. Some other time, in another life. Ever since “The Archangel Michael Killing Satan” I’ve been tryna capture both ends of the splinter: the visible part between my fingernails & the part still in my finger. Ever since I can remember, since the day before they split, I’ve been tryna capture some realm I don’t know yet. You & I, we’re immiscible. I’ve known it since we laid in the thistles. & in the moments when I’m difficult you silence me in my revolt. Every since “I,” since the moments when the night limped by, & all of a sudden it was morningtime. Morningtime, morningtime.