Dec 18, 2014
a poem about being open for the sake of us
her mouth was so careful, careful gliding careful glistening, careful to open and careful to close around the pieces of him that needed to be taken in
it felt to him like her fingertips were secrets tiptoeing along his arm, so gentle he could have sworn that she was a ghost most days but he always remembered letting her in through the bedroom door and she always remembered how tight her throat felt when he first started listening, because there were times she imagined spitting it at him like needles back into a deciduous tree
because she didn't want it to happen to us like it happened to the rest of them.
