C A R V A
I’d be bigger than you
if you’d want me to be;
and you, for being smaller,
would tremble… as only one
has done before.
When I touched her
in the bath water
my fingers were electric—
energy pulsing through my hand—
water rippling from her breaths…
Now she plays that song
“Electric Feel” by MGMT
at her shows and I know
she remembers me.
What thought of me
will be for you
after we touch?
What song to sing?
Wood to whittle?
Clay to carve?
Love another craft
I’ve tried to master.
















