And there, along the perimeter, is a dreamscape in which
All that I desire finds me
These walls, made of the breath of all my beloved
The dust and glitter of a favorite song, my mama's rice and gravy
Floors lined with
The laughing kind of teeth
This holy space feels much like a beach
Free of every nigga who didn't text me back
The air smells like something mutual
Tastes like doing what I love and being visible in the doing