open a stitch, in you go
find places others do not know
we are in a cardboard box or emergency room
but it does not matter, I want to *******

and so we will, we do
like two siblings figuring out body parts –
without meaning to be, you end up hard

something like this has to be okay
burying remnants of yourself inside me before
the rest withers away

and even when you’re old
I will let you have me on the floor