The ocean boils. We watch seals and search for words to describe their faces—
stillness of late is so busy with emptying.
Tell me what I’m doing feels good, or how it feels. I want to know you see me. Let’s compare our lists of needs. Make a film where the lovers do the same; redefine what love is, what work is, pleasure.
The need to make requests demonstrating resilience not incompatibility.
We talk into the wind, side by side, casting.