My river runs just south of all beautiful things,

A line which traces tips
of fingers, of mountains,

of fingers of mountains,
touchless as the air

between our bodies
of water, the wind which blows

treedrops across our arms
while we lie

apart from each other
inventing beautiful things to believe in.

Sy is a queer non-binary Scottish poet. They write through the haze of cat-/child-induced sleep deprivation to make sense of gender, relationships, and ADHD. Their work has been published in Popshot Quarterly, Perhappened, and Capsule Stories, among others. Find them at sybrand.ink and on Twitter @TartanLlama.