Curtis Bauer

A new gift—night rain. The morning’s suppressed. I keep news in my pocket. Laughter there too. I have just killed 99.9% of the germs on my hands and my fingers could be lavender sprigs. Here, smell them. Let’s wait together and see if we can attract bees— my scent and your beauty. We can pollinate. Our singing and [Distraction: sometimes I jump up and down. sometimes I lilt from foot to foot. sometimes that looks like dancing] dancing will look like plants in the breeze.