for E. 

I am removing
this bucket
And pulling up pieces of rope

My fingers are clogged faucets
That drip
love thoughts
As a precursor to my whole body melting

And I don’t know why it feels so good
To unbury the buckets I’ve swallowed
But in their place
There’s room for so much
more

And I am so much water
And so much love
And when I lowered these buckets
down they were too. Now
they are rusted tin
Removing them

Does not disturb the water
Just the poison. We
will still share
a river.

Always