if you dug a hole under each word i wrote
to you
i think you would find yourself tumbling
through the center of the earth.
out through the ear of the sky
you'd skid between the stars
the rounding of your lips
astonished at the depth

each one is like a pithole,
the ground beneath
is endless

do you step carefully?
do you tiptoe? skirting
is and yous
not to mention ours.
do you avoid ours?
and what about soons?
and knows?
especially knows?
most surely likes?
as if one footstep
could plunge you under
in a breath