i have something to tell you
i have been stepping on grapes
to deal with my stresses
these grapes
so round
so pure
so delicate
i like getting the peel
from under my toenails with a blunt knife
after a long day of squashing
come here
let me feel your grapes
i’m never going to stop turning
our terrors into terroir
the fifths to firsts
i dream of you waking me up
in the morning with a bucket
full of grapes
wet and perfect
us standing on them and some spilling
to the floor rolling under the furniture
rotting undiscovered for months
