i know you overpour like you are blessed with a never-ending fountain, but you are hunched over, love; you have caved inward, fetal, shuddering—something strains and cries for the waters to hold the red blossom afloat; gosh, i can’t hear the strings taut too long, it grates me, my teeth grinds and ears begs for it to stop, love, the ocean awaits you…please, stop