Body begins blank
You press me to fill it with words
"Did you write in your journal today, Heather? Stop making excuses."
I like to write about you
How you make me feel like I have a belly full of honey and potential and nostalgia
And how that weighs on the lightness that
I have been a ******* warrior to attain
Your hand on my thigh holds me together
like the sky holds you against the surface of the ocean when you lie still
And later on, when you kiss all the places your hands wander, it's hard to not love you
"What's your biggest fear? Write about that."