june or the whole pie or na circle at all

there are all the slots to deposit meaning in  
toilet slots 
letter slots  
back side slots 
and my spit slot clogged with vapor and gum 

really into hips lately my clips 
keep you coming to me or keep you with me or
you can’t procure an aaina i mean 
to meet another’s pace  
good for questions like  
“how much do i want you?”
the careful turning away 
in circles around myself  
whether there is a you at all 

whether whose hands touch whose
there is the hands capacity to signal
there is clawing at you 
or beckoning 
possibly to find some you 
or in portions of circles up the taconic while there is a you who waits 
reads my hands 
“there’s more than dates and sex and hanging out”  
to leave new york 

i hear a lot these days  
without remembering much
intentionally undone pouring 
one feeling into one thing only’s no good  
the inhibition chaser burns 
good, you hear a lot these days  

or i remember to put feet
where do i go [SLOT?] 
so more circles i know i
find a you in a circle
a line obituary 
a face count each time 

the required muscular self-direction 

“i’m going to circulate”
“i need a cigarette” 
“hey, my feet are numb” 

later there is a we and
it's waiting 
and it does get hotter  
and skinnier 
and closer 
and there is sense to the human capacity for belief
way out, sunshine