with the arms that are branches
and the smile that is thin and cracked,
hold your arms around her waist.
If you squeeze tight
you will both
In the bus stop there are two people
and one person
and the sun does not reach the corners
where the shadows are.
From across the street
you watch them
because the wrinkles on her hands make you sad.
If you hold her tight tight tight
her skin might stretch smooth
It is December
and this moment
is the end of your life.
we will make and remake ourselves.
We will wake up
and her skin will be smooth
and your eyes will shine
and you will be