—HOW DID WE GO FROM THAT TO THIS?

 

loose

 

is that blood

on my wrist

or wine

please take

your time

answering

i’m trusting

you like i trust

the shame-free

wind that heckles

me most days

this room is so

fucking fond of

fucking with me

all hoodlum walls

and fake photos

when what i

really need is

your soft / firm

hand / cheek

to hold onto

so for now i’ll

keep clinging to

these brittle edges

and hope that

i’m not your

loose end

the thing you

can’t shake

but really want to