I’m going to tape the edges so it won’t
cut me.  You told me this as we waited on aisle 43
and I smiled because I knew that if you bled
you wouldn’t stop.
All of you would pour out

all over me because that’s your blue-blood selflessness.
And you’re only twenty and I’m only seventeen
but you’re a sophomore and I’m a senior and how
will we do this?

I will fall down and break down knowing that the miles that keep us
apart
are not the only thing my machine heart will long to destroy.
I can see her now:
Red lips on your neck, soft sighs from the tips of your fingers,
Filled,
Satisfied,
Real.

And here I am, unhappy for me and overflowing for you.
But I’m only human.