sometimes when the air shivers on the paved horizon

i move toward it expecting that it might shake me

i need to be shaken

you need to shake me

sometimes when i'm near the ocean i imagine

the sand is vibrating and sending waves to whirled companions

this is the way you need to shake me

leave your fingerprints on my arms

on my cheek

i am inside out

you need to shake me as often as you think

i'm full of shit and vinegar

and as often as you're full of the joy of moving

my plate's a little farther to the left