that space between us
that we made together
you, me, and we
its emptiness is full
of charges and doubts
floating flecks in a sticky mess
my hand delves deep
to scoop just one thing
out of the gulf
like an eggshell in its own slick
the press of intention pushes
the thing further away
To fight fire with fire
and try to scoop the thing out
with something like itself
or let it sit in the slime and
eat the thing up
with a purposed crunch
I push one down
through teeth and tongue
and gag and spasm
filling me up
as each thing is devoured
and steeling my bones
a tilting of air 