Judging someone's
****** orentation
is like judging what the person in front of you
gets at mcdonalds

I loved the feel of your name on my tongue:
C-A-R-L-A.

Rolling out of my chest, my lungs
Long for it.
C-A-R-L-A.

Falling out of my teeth, leaving my mouth,
My warm breath carries it
away from the bleeding heart.
C-A-R-L-A.

My fingers type your name ashamed.
They will never feel it my skin again.
The wind floats it from my sight,
As you take her hand.
C-A-R-L-A.