My tongue flicks Absent mindedly Discovering and rediscovering The new sensation Of a missing tooth Or a kernel of food wedged in my gums Or a ****** cheek Bit ferociously while chewing.
In my same manor My thoughts stroke the idea of you, Feeling for any new details i may have missed My first time across your surface.
a mark, wrinkling beneath your eye a small tattoo above your elbow a delicate crease where your head meets your neck.
Subtleties of self are everything to me. you hold your cigarette between hits, bent backwards between thumb and ******* as if subconsciously, you know you’re damning yourself.
You hold your elbows When you cross your arms As though you are afraid, Should you relax your grip The contents of your chest Will spill out before you Like a toppled canister Of produce remnants, Juicy, sloppy, and sopping
But you speak quietly, like a discarded bag of shredded documents. Rustling with partial importance I try to piece together your comments almost as though your words hang beneath the weight of your breath as an afterthought of your exhalation.
I watch you watch me, calmly calculating baiting conversations with tactful insinuation and later,
in deep rumination they replay. I select the moments That fit the narrative I've created, rummaging through until what I want you to mean is all I hear you say.