bustling. i want it bustling, but never shoving.
don't touch my back. don't you dare.
i will never conceal, but never proffer.
it's a public mine, mine, my public mine,
germs and gravel mingletwined,
fenced and gloved in patience.
i'll plant my own eden in a tobacco tin and carry it around.
where do you keep your eden? adam's slunk up behind the clouds on eve's leash.
