These mountains
When I aim my nose and think at these mountains
I feel like taxi driver talking into a mirror
I feel like a boxing glove strong shouldered
Spinning questions like a sundial made of sawblades
Like I spit gum at the camera and the camera spit it right back into my hair
And I fell back and got stuck to the hillside

When I close my eyes
I still dream of her

I blink and something big is awake here
The sun setting behind me speckling light over the opposite crest of this valley
Spilling too many shades of gold into my stomach for me to breathe through almost
It is like a kegstand
A one night stand
A one night kegstand in which the keg is an ocean the moon has gathered to it's breast too tight and then let go of and it's blush filled up the sky and it's body sunk wobbly over the hills so far from the shore
I am all the pine trees on that hill
When I close my eyes
I still dream of her

Today I caught a salmon with my teeth like a bear
It said 'I forgive you' and I learned from it
I learned where music comes from

The stream burbled in 3/4
A waltz
A ballroom
The wind makes everything dance
I realize the air is making use of my lungs to learn itself
I cry so hard for that salmon I burble in my tears in rhythm a heartbeat pentatonic
It spells thank you
It weaves grief into admiration into understanding
I ask the wind what my function is
It whisks the question away so easy I almost float off like a dandelion for how much weight is lifted

When I close my eyes
I still dream of her

When I'm not awake to stop myself
I chart stars
The night sky unravels in my hands
The night sky is locks of her hair
The tiny craters of her pores prove
She is where moonlight comes from
The pink sunset births itself across her fingernails
Pearled as abalone
Her hands are streams stitching breath into mountains
Her mouth is the lifecycle of salmon
They are swimming upstream when we kiss

Sometimes
She is the only language I can read in
Without her
I am four legged
And clear eyed
Running through the woods
Forgetting things