hard to grab


lose me around 
the corners of your words

i’ve been here too long 
to remain 
in the shape 
of a skeleton straightjacket

there’s a film that shows 
every color known on earth 
but we can only see 
646,275 of them

there’s a reason you came back from the woods and gave me that handshake but i can’t remember and really it wouldn’t change a thing

the way you look 
at me suck me 
through a straw 
in a watermelon nighttime 
record player, yep

feel this
now this
would you do it again?


Roger Mindwater  spends their time at the border between waking and sleep. their physical body lives in south carolina.