I want to know how many scars you have
I want to know the shape of your tongue.
I want to climb the curve of your lower back,
I want to count your vertebrae
your goose bumps,
I want to chart the topography of your anatomy
I want to be fluent in your body language.
I want you, entire.
Every time I stand up everything goes black.
I’m sitting in the freezer for my break,
Running on tea and espresso shots.
I feel completely fatigue.
Trying to fast forward these next 30 hours.
My blood is slowly cooling off my rage.
I think I’ll come here more often.
when you find yourself without your help.
With jeans so tight
you can’t cross your legs,
so you sit up right
while you’re lying in bed,
and baby I know you felt it too
tell me is there nothing I could do,
My brother says I should let it be,
because waiting is just too painful for me.