After three years of cutting teeth

Unable to evolve,

We sit in the river, trying

To meet each other,

Finally.

On this, the last night

Of our grand game

Of House, which we have always

Played to win.

I mean to encounter you,

To push through the skin of mind

And know the flavor of your thoughts

Before they’re shaped like words, but

I am too busy tightening

My stomach, making myself smaller,

Easier for you to hold on to

Even as the current

Tugs me away.