Your sweet affection extends past the walls I’ve built to make space for us
Does your hand recall the pink stained marks of pleasure pasted by my lips?
“Hey, is this for sale?” She lifted a patched up star. I sighed saying, “Yes.”
i did what he said. did every effort he asked. still, it’s not enough.
I lay watching dots spin rapidly on the wall, waiting for deep sleep.
I shift yarn through holes, building upon curly knots to wear its warmth.
What’s the matter, ‘day? I ask over and over, but there’s nothing wrong.