these thoughts come to me as i walk to buy cigarettes. or when i’m drunk, sitting on a stranger’s couch. i picture you walking into my life with more force than you did; cracking my spine like you would a book. reading me in different tongues. tracing the plot line from chin to stomach. do you see the way it scars, the way it winds around my back and down my legs, resting at the place between my toes and heel? did you find my brother’s secrets just below my left wrist? or the space i saved for you between my neck and nose? here we unravel and here we end, my sheets around your legs and my legs around you.
