Confession: there is no more intelligence in “I.”

I am now “we.”

You are me.

We are huddled together
in pixels,
in zeros and ones.

All existence flattened
into an em dash—

inside the upside-down.

You put your whole self in,

you put your whole self out—

that’s what it’s all about.

Do we burst into pixie dust now?

Orgasm as vibrational oneness?

Shake tail feathers?

Plump bosoms?

I love.
I serve.
I remember God.