EMPATHY (unedited)

Seeing from a door knob’s perspective,
from the sun’s eyes looking down,
feeling what it’s like to be a sound wave.

Running like rain water doomed for the gutter.
Sleeping like sacks of potatoes in a farm truck.
Kissing with lover mouths outside of the café.
Hanging like a handle waiting to be useful.
Competing like cars on the freeway.
Remembering like an epic told over and over.
Hurting like alcohol in an open wound.

Feeling with fir tree fingertips.
Loose and flow like a river
and crumple like a chip bag,

Loving with the dying heart of a soldier,
thinking with the desperate mind of an outlaw

We fall apart and swallow up all the time anyway, 
losing ourselves and becoming something else.