When I held your hand I slipped string around your palm;
When I embraced you I tied string around your waist;
When I kissed you I tied string around your tongue.
You snore, while I work.
I’m tying knots, braiding string.
In the morning I lift the corner of your mouth upwards.
The strings are pulled to and fro by my fingers.
Your wooden smile [almost] convinces me.
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I’m sad and you know
nothing about me.
Put the phone down.
You can’t text your
way into my head.
Sharing blankets, sharing platter
of my brain.
Picking at it; finger food.
You’ve not decided if you’re
I’ve little desire to explore
my head, with
Skin against Skin,
Fingers softly tracing
Paper against fabric
Latex against leather
What character should I recreate today?
Who should I be today?
I just need to be myself again.
Now I’m older, when I run
I’m running on planes and trains
I’m running in the backseat of a stranger’s car
Waking up in someone else’s bathroom.
Running out of time,
Racing against sanity.
Now I’m older, when I cry
I’m crying through songs and bongs
I’m crying with my skin wrapped around someone else
Waking up into another dream again.
Running out of water,
Racing against insanity.
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