The questions are tolerated
sometimes
by your touch on the cheek,
my patting the lips
a lot.
Feels like ghosting
in public
on loop
even though making
logical chains
of bland lucrative words.
I am still needy for this
catechism
as if to dig gold,
but carefully try
NOT
to show it.
Whoop it up!
These south ethics
with no horizon
are lingering under your skin
when I let you worship
the parts of me
that can't be worthy
at all.