Kraków day 4
Genetic memory.
There is disconnection
Like shifting platelets.
Connection that is neither static, nor rooted.
When I lean down,
expel a breath across the floor,
a certain kiss, a certain movement,
I cannot hold it.
Did I expect too?
Connection more like an offering,
A tease that is often misshapen.
Better to blow into the ground and watch what rises…
