when i wake up, the holes in my knees are closed up.
at night, there were large white mushrooms growing out of them. they made me look both stylish and uncomfortable.
sometimes when you touch me, i think about the million places your fingers have already been.
around your belt buckle. on a bike handle. over your sticky keys. into your rice and daal. on your lower lip and then onto the thin pages of the daily paper soaked in ink. through the strands of your hair. then onto your chin. scratching your neck. on the dusty table tops. around your blankets at night. under your pillow. and especially,
especially,
on the mindless edges of her skin.
at night, there were large white mushrooms growing out of them. they made me look both stylish and uncomfortable.
sometimes when you touch me, i think about the million places your fingers have already been.
around your belt buckle. on a bike handle. over your sticky keys. into your rice and daal. on your lower lip and then onto the thin pages of the daily paper soaked in ink. through the strands of your hair. then onto your chin. scratching your neck. on the dusty table tops. around your blankets at night. under your pillow. and especially,
especially,
on the mindless edges of her skin.
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