I forgot
Your phone number
For now
My stomach hurts
From the green chili peppers
In the beef stew
(Homemade broth)
I can go so long
Remembering
How to avoid the things
That hurt me
Until I forget again
I liked following the trail
Of faces and sounds with you
It felt kind of scary
And I wanted it to feel
Sexy or at least sweet
But scary was good because
We still loved each other
In the end
In the during
In the scary
I was afraid to hurt you
When we were rolling around
Hardwood
I felt like I could break you
Fat kid complex
Maybe also true?
I don't feel free feeling careful
I feel scared
And even still
There's a staying happening
Amidst a hundred tiny riots
And that feels like
Healing
Or maybe better--
Like creativity
When you dance,
You are a firework,
But freer
My face lights up
Nostalgia swarms my heart
I belong face-to-face
With the explosive
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