another recently excavated poem!
three months later, your circuitous mind
continues to confound. over a cloud
of applewood smoke you confessed
a love for puzzles, and i nearly burst
out laughing at the irony
of it all. you move so sinuously
like some sort of meditation
and i remain belligerently
linear. my own minotaur
you lead me into a burning labyrinth
and i willingly follow