I’m all
bramble and hair,
nails clawing at the stamp,
lower lashes like
little leaking pens,
and big ideas about our
reconciliation

body tangled in words,
skin ripped at the seams,
veins trickling
low utters,
sighs,
sloppy adjectives
delivered to your doorstep
in hopes you
remembered
the last time i moaned
under you
letting out a little
more

how i promised you
a little
more

“the envelope”

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