to this, i resign and i will lie motionless, as november nights lovingly peel my skin.
strip me down, i am sick of feeling callouses. i am sick of my sheets licking all these wounds clean. i am sick of waiting for tenderness to grow from my open sores so strip me down — this is as loving as it can get. to this, i resign — to the mercy of lonely, november nights.
so hold me down, a pillow on my face — petunias in my throat:
this is as soft as i can be.
peel me open. peel me raw, and beneath it all, perhaps, i'll stumble on something that finally looks like home.