There is a swelling in our kneecaps
and I am afraid we cannot
stand without getting lost in love.

There’s a river in your chest
and I am still learning how to swim.
But you reach into the water
and your tumbleweed voice
calls out to me.

Do you remember the puddles?
Do you remember the breeze?

I am scared -
who taught us how to stand?
Who taught us how to love?
Who taught us to grow fear in our mouths?