One day soon, we’ll dance too close, let the sweat drip on my tongue.
Soon, we’ll arrive. Shiny, not to cover what we are, but to scream what we cannot in the daylight…

There’s a very specific moment when you realize that the vision you had for your future is now
Dust….

How does your hand feel on my neck, hot. My shoulder wants to guard it like a warrior, up to the ear. The bear warms it until it’s moldable…

days are different now
one big waiting room
at your therapists office
how are you?

Why—
If everyone is pinned to their homes Touch Starved

Why—
If texting until three is the same as making out at two