mnyamata,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I make everything such a big deal. I'm sorry that I'm crazy and dramatic. I'm sorry that I bother you about things. I'm sorry I tease you. I'm sorry you don't like the boundaries I asked for. I'm sorry I'm such a ***** to you about it. I'm sorry I have a curfew. I'm sorry that I want it there. I'm sorry for so much, for so many things I really shouldn't be, for so many things I can't control. I'm sorry that I'm sorry. I just feel like I have so much to be sorry for. I love you. I'm sorry for that too.

ndimakukonda

I’ve felt happiness sink
In this tremor flesh
Sometimes I don’t think it’ll ever rise back up again

Pale figures stretch
Themselves apart at the wrist
Living transient
Beautiful deaths

I know the shift and the slide of my aches
More intimately than love
Or lust

I think when lovers collide
Bloom, then die
They depart redefined

it’s hard
to hear you
brushing against
sleeves so thin

empty bites
ringing through
the silence
of wasting hips

i’m too scared
if i reach out
your frame will
dissipate

flee through skin
translucent
taking too much
...space