I am obsessed with my name
The way it swells and curves
With straight edges that can cut
A knife wrapped lovingly in silk
I write it everywhere these days
On papers scattered around the room
On the oily remains of the dinner plate
On chalkboards in empty classrooms
On your skin in the middle of the night
each stroke is radical
Me to mine and
Mine alone
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
I am obsessed with my name
The way it swells and curves
With straight edges that can cut
A knife wrapped lovingly in silk
I write it everywhere these days
On papers scattered around the room
On the oily remains of the dinner plate
On chalkboards in empty classrooms
On your skin in the middle of the night
each stroke is radical
Me to mine and
Mine alone
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