YOU LOOK LIKE WOLVERINE WHEN
YOU BURY YOUR FACE
IN MY BODY.
YOU LOOK LIKE WOLVERINE
WHEN YOU
IGNORE MY TEXTS LIKE THAT.
IM NOT
EVEN SURE
THAT YOU
ARE IGNORING THEM.
BUT IT FEELS LIKE….KIN TO IGNORED.
KIN TO IGNORED IS
WHEN TO BE BORED,
WHEN TO BE BORED
HAS BEEN
NEVER.
NOT ONCE
HAVE I BEEN BORED AMIDST THIS THRASHING SEA OF SEEMINGLY
HANDLED EMOTIONS.
IM DRIFTING IN THE
OCEAN
PRETENDING
TO NOT BE WAITING FOR YOUR TEXTS
OR CALLS
OH
GOD FORBID
IT WERE A CALL.
I MAY HAVE TO GATHER MYSELF
IN CONTAINING THE JITTERING
ENTHUSIASM.
REIGNING MYSELF
IN.
ALL OF THE SUDDEN
THERE SEEMS TO BE SO MUCH SPACE
BUT HOW
IS IT THAT
I FEEL STARTLINGLY
RESTRICTED
AT THE SAME TIME?
YOU REACH YOUR PAWS UP
BRIEFLY PEEKING
THOSE EYES
UP AND OUT
OF THE HOLE YOU’VE CREATED.
HEAVEN GATED
I TOY
WITH THE BIRTH
OF A SHOP OF THE WORK VARIETY.
I AM THANKFUL FOR YOUR PRESENCE
EVEN THOUGH
I AM NOT ALWAYS
AVAILABLE
TO CUDDLE.