your thumbprint wore
off of my top left rib
and there was a hole
there
hole there
hole there

I. Cherry blossoms, lilacs, I
swam to the surface where
I could just barely make out
your fingers tracing a pattern
on the water

II. I thought about your heart
your heart your
heart, wondered if I could
convince you to let me take
the smallest bite out of it

III. Oxygen masks are not
just for the weak anymore,
they are the laugh lines that
seem to spread back to the
very center of you when
you know you've just said
something I hate, or your
thumb rubbing over a bit
of my jaw as you leaned in

i have become all the
    
          things you hate

(smoke and      bones

and         red lipstick)

but i    wonder if you

would   still   think  i

have the sun shining

outofmyskin or  that

i gave every   star its

place  in  the  galaxy.