Love? [Sic]
it’s this uncontrollable urge to fold
in this skin so you only get to witness me,
fully exposed, my compulsive impulsion for
unraveling at the seams, all in hopes of
you stitching me together again, your
voice, a needle, your attention, sartorial,
and I become fabric at your disposal,
take me and make raiment
that you wear on
best days, a favorite, so that you never
replace me
sometimes, I imagine getting
trapped in an elevator, or some greater
calamity, like being buried alive.
They teach you, in such stressful situations,
about taking deep breaths and closing your eyes.
they tell you to think of someplace safe
mine lies in a sliver of your winsome heart,
where if I hold completely still,
I’m overwhelmed by your rhythm,
every beating vibration is a metronome tick
keeping pace to a song
my heart keeps singing,
I count on this tune, like seconds
hoping this adds up to the moment
when it’s finally our time, we’re
together, and the stars no longer
fleck the sky, a massive
connect-the-dot to the
place where you really are
my mind traces this line, with sickness
