we’re tangled in nowhere

knotted in not supposed to be

& I say

I want to frame this

what I mean is I want

to keep it, the now of it

like time is a thing we can hold

to look at later & also I mean I want

to draw a border around

this blackberry thicket & the here we are

the can you believe it

& I want to trim away the rest

of the world, I want to make

of the universe a blankness everywhere

except here where the light enters

through the brambles that hide us

except here where parts of us touch

nothing beyond the thorns

of our entangling & on the sheets

of this touching a million tiny points

of blood or is it the juice of berries

spilling like stars, like sand

an offering

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