She Really Let Herself Grow

he sent me a picture of a waterfall,

"I want to grow here and feel wet innocence"

he sent me an invention of an air piece
half eaten and still swallowing itself,
the candle loudly "lick"s

he sent to me a feeling of butterflies
with apple bodies heavy as birds,
licking at the heart of my stomach

"she really let herself grow"

when I grow inside my office I find apples,
people,

old things:
hard-drives, memories

"I'd never leave"