And you wonder how it ever
got to this.
How in a city of so much warm blood and skin,
that you find yourself so
impossibly alone.
So what..are you doing?
I mean- how did you get here?
not good enough, not smart enough, not enough
and how did it ever get so drunk?
And drunk.
And lies. And fight. And dawn, and drunk.
How long since someone gathered you broken in their mouth?
What I mean is- what won’t you do for five minutes of
someone’s
Triceps, tongue, pressed into yours?
These boots are for unlacing.
These legs are for flight.
This mouth is a distraction,
I mean- I miss your hands.
I mean to say- come home with me.
I mean to say skin is a language.
I do it because I’m hurting, because I’m alone, because
I’m weak.
I met you last night from behind
I didn’t know your name.
I’m sorry.
My name is thirst, is starve.
I’ve been places I don’t want you to see.
I just want you here.
I mean to say yes.
My name is now. My name means thief.
Means ache. Means move. Swell. Means live.
Means please.
Please.
And you wonder how it ever got to this. How in a city of so much
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