#posetry

I am nothing but edges, teeth grinding, nail biting, trying to soften, but only stifling the parts of me still growing. like, how i ignite something to put the fire out. at least there is always this, the sun rising in beautiful hues before bleeding into blue; tears drying, heart returning to a dull, low blood pressure hum; At least there is still life despite all the dead parts of me.

the way we communicated lip to lip; cheek to nose, breath exchanging breath that summer i learned a new language. one that i still think in, at all sorts of hours, always times especially your lips should not be on my mind your teeth, digging, biting; ‘youre too rough,’ youd say, i was trying to return your path-making teeth teases, but of course, i do not possess your grace your way of paving spaces that are safe homes upon homes, always building, you know all those nooks and crannies the boogies cant get to, they are still just walls that i will tap my hello how are yous to you Knock. knockknock, i will learn your new language, your new morse code explanation, and the next one after that.