all the way home i took the curves blind,
hand sure on the wheel,
around the hard knot of my stomach.
staring at the waning moon as if somehow
it might shift things.
all the way home
i imagined the touch of your hands on
arching against the seatbelt,
along in a sightless night.
you asked me to
tell you what i was thinking,
no idea where to start so i just shut up,
i want you to
hold me so hard you bruise my skin,
make me feel my own body,
let me know you are here.
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