MOTIF OF A WOMAN WHO LOVES ANOTHER WORLD

and just like that
you’re all about it
if i bleed don’t you
twist in vain 
no direct channel
i used to hold you 
like a bear
you used to sweep me down 
past the places 
that pooled
thin skin holding in 
cellular bloom 
golden fur mirror morph
would you choose the circle 
this time
hark the herald angels say
all these weird, weird days 
what are they dressed as 
a snow bunny an oiled up crone
what does your audience look like
dream girl throws you a ball of sting 
and pulls you in

A list of all the times we’ve touched each other besides hugs hello and goodbye

Mosquito brush off your cheek
Your hand on my hand
Your hand on my shoulder
My toe brushed your foot
My hand on your side

This time

I reached out my hand

Across the table

And held your wrist

You weren’t doing ok

We sat together

Now I’m in a state

I want you to hold my wrist