from A Man Called BJ Love
When the cicada sing, know that we practiced super
hard, that there is a choreography to every butterfly.
O me, O life, there are so many mountains that I am
happy just to look at, happy just that I have good
enough cell reception to call you and say I have been
lying to you all this time: here is where I fell in love
with the entirety of you, how I came to feel your hip
bone on every ledge, how I came to fill my hands
with great bundles of purple clover, how I came to
understand the busyness of a million things looking
for a bite to eat.