words come at me
like light
bouncing off the wall
before hitting my face
sinking in warm-
they’re in the air
but I can’t feel them
can’t feel much
can’t feel much but
the coffee in my veins
the joints that need to crack
your words I can’t believe when
you tell me those things
and I’m not immune to them
not immune to it quite yet-
I hear but don’t feel anything
but myself draining out
being willed to you
and I’m draining,
and I can’t feel you
like I should.