I’m going to leap off that plane

            and stand crooked in that terminal

            when I see a face so many pixels

and so convincing

I’m going to believe all at once and reality

will come flooding back back back back b

            oh god

it’s not a doubt

            it’s not a tremor

it’s just the universe reentering my head

whistling in the back roads making an

image so outstanding I just need to press

you close to me and breathe breathe brea

            when and if you press me back

            I’ll feel relieved to travel all those

            miles and not feel the doubt and

the tremor soaking up the reality like bread

on a tin plate that was all too coarse and

starved before

            goddamn the ground’s

shaking in san diego oh

Press me back ‘cause this is the one shelter                          

I’ll allow myself.