connie

walden freeman

sometimes when i move
sometimes when i smile
sometimes i believe
that i am a wrist
watched and i'm
scrubbing stained glass
i'm sorry for the outburst of sanity

kiss me in my car
while soft music plays
please scratch into my skin
a number
where you can be reached
even if my appendages
never work again

i haven't seen you
in so long
but sadly, so long







*What does this mean?
**I have never been so unsure of how to feel.