did you ever feel like you were crawling
toward love, like everything you did
was happening on all fours
like you were grappling
grasping at strings
and incompetent
like you had to drag yourself through
mud to get there
even though it was the
prettiest place on earth
it no longer came easy
it was no longer a ferry ride
just over there
it was something you had to crawl to
and lay flat on top of
just so
you could never lose it
again
