to look out the window
is like looking at the stars on ground
you float, thick, like how lips pour smoke
the way you sweat
it smells like home.
you remind me, everyday
that you are the pulse that keeps me awake
that green grass is where you are buried
the sky doesn’t exist here.
the sun is just shattered like pebbles in pavement
it is like water, always wet.
reflecting heaven as living here feels like.