06.15.02 - 1:48 am
don't really notice if we function anymore. the days fill our lungs. hot towels in the air. at night we writhe and turn, kick off the covers. stick to the sheets in the swelter break of day.
i dreamt of him last night. my hands in his hair, the turn of his cheek when i reached out too soon.
we go to the same bar every night. and every night the people change. the people change and we stay exactly as we were. there.
and i tell you. the weight of my skin is more than i can bear. the way it curves around my belly. soft on the outside, built of knots within.
at the bar we go to every night, the different people put their hands on the small of my back. across the street from my belly, they press inward, as if filling a hole or an empty release.
what am i saying. anymore, we just don't know. how to say i. love you please come. back to where you. were.
