for Raine
because your off-key off-beat offsets
the eighth rests demarcate mind the gap and next stop please because your calluses are legend
in the map that is your palm that is
our palms are a chalice and i can never be half empty because there is some constant some
speck of constellation of comet dust integral
we know nothing conditional; this love outlasts our limbs this limb is etching a boundary so far
the gods break a sweat you can’t name gods so you sketch fourier squares
and series and something tells me
you will find someone
always a way back
—Elizabeth Shvarts
