i don't know
How
to speak with clarity or perfect
grace
to ask questions when a space
unfolds, awaiting
to ask with my wrists and fingertips
i wish i learned how to dance
without my own placed restrictions, stumbling to say yes, when i mean yes to that drink,
pulling in closer to you when you asked if i was cold, only to cry no
i'm alright, thanks
i'm alright, thanks
i'm alright-
no i'm not all right
thanks for dinner and for walking me home, though
i just wish we'd found it together last night
just wished i knew my own footing before collapsing into anyone's
bed