Week 2: moody lighting for a moody poem! Also I realize that formatting poems on instagram is probably going to be a logistical nightmare, but whatever, we're having fun!
is there enough of me in my hands, presently, am I real? can you β should I β am I touching you can you feel me, can you β I am asking you with my hands β I ask your jawline the crook of your elbow your shirttail, peeking from your waistband my hands ask my hands ask ask, is it there, my personality my thoughts through your eyes my hopes β hoping my tongue asks your tongue and I am scared β most scared β not of your answer, but that you cannot hear me at all, do you hear me hand to clavicle am I speaking, tongue to god I look at you I see you β you grab my hand
