reconsider
sometimes i lie
on top of you
because my skeleton
can feel you
and i like that
you know me,
i like to save my uppercase letters
and i think lowercase
are soothing
like whispers on wrists
like when i had a limb
made of words
i forgot;
it kept growing
even when i stopped
and i’d hug it
to my torso
because i liked to hear it talk.
i learned that
in the 17th century,
there were prints
made specifically to eat,
thousands of edible promises
leaving nothing behind
meaning sometimes now
we recycle,
so don’t throw away sketches
even if you think
it’s just paper
dirty from before-thoughts
because
you’re just jumbling soggy truths in your mouth,
and i’ve never liked that.