We picked each other apart for skin…
In slabs O light, your face beat back at me—
Freckle hot and lovely as only you can be.
Thirsty under my clothes. Stomping dirty feet in puddles under doors.
Holding my breath for too long, I stagger around my room, looking for corners and holes that might keep me.
This heart of mine, it rides. It is left now in glove compartments, cast aside—
Like directions to a girl’s house, I once used to drive.