“I really need to send her a note,”
My roommate says, with his brow bent
hard,
“And tell her to be mean to you.”
Walking into the iron yard,
“You know I'll level out,” I
say,“but for now,
There's still glitter on my throat.”
“Just please don't start singing
While we work out?” he says. “I
won't.
But I may still dance between sets.”
“I'll accept this,” he says,
“But shower off tonight – your
smile
Pollutes like a cigarette.”
The ghost of a tickle spins
Eights around my chest. My fingers
Replay – like the walls here want
My touch. This barbell extends
From me – {Huh!} I float this weight.
“Oh
God, please stop smiling so much.”
"For Jessica. The first girl to hold my hand, or kiss me goodnight, or take me to yoga, or stand wrapped in my arms on a cliff at sunset, run her fingers through my hair or play along my mouth like I were something worth being ingested. That's a feeling worth replaying – 26 June 2013"
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