Trigger Warning
i want to be buried alive like a
crowded dive bar. when i can’t
breathe i like to hide under the
bathroom sink because i got too
big for cupboards and the house
beside me finally shut their blinds.
i watch you kiss my thighs from
across the street, and get jealous.
you ask if i am always so distant
and i blow you kisses— kisses,
kisses, kisses. you ask me to please
take the conversation seriously for
once and i ask if i can read your
palm. i draw you secret messages
in code, but when you ask what i see
i say maybe all the stars in heaven
are dead, after all, or maybe we just
can’t help making excuses for why
it’s never the right time.