When I needed a google search to tell me if I was still a ******.
It took a game of dare or double dare to teach me I don’t know repeated sounds an awful lot like yes
and ******* can drop mountains on boundaries not yet built –
serrated edges on once innocent skin
I let you carve me.
Nine years later and I’m still trying to find air in the ocean where it all happened.
I took lessons, but I never learned how to swim.
I remember thinking you must’ve liked me, that was the reason
and returning the favor would’ve made it okay. I found you in my freshmen year yearbook.
But I was wearing a bikini shaped like ignorance and a smile lined with naïve
you weren’t reaching for my heart when you went to hold my hand,
forcibly lacing my fingers like ribs around your ****.
I still wonder if dropping the I don’t before the know would’ve made any difference.
11.26.15