she moves her body
from couch to bed
undresses
shirt to chin to floor
knows every scar
and freckle constellation
and the square on her left arm
she got from a bandaid
dances
naked in her underwear
to blood-flown beats
that only she can hear
builds fires
from yesterdays news
climbs trees
like its her day job
makes climbing trees her day job
she is cool
as a ******* cucumber
writes poems
to a lover
she found in a mirror
tucks herself in
like she always has
and always will
and always will be
me.