shortchange

i wish we wouldn't have named it,
hemmed it in
with words,
the lettered dominos
shellacked
now piled in a crashed sequence
defeated,
packaged, captive.
shortchanged ourselves
of experience
that begins and ends
without language.
what we can't talk ourselves into
or out of.
i lift my phone, the thieving thing,
what my hands now open to first
in the morning.
remembering that it
used to be you.