you
peel the skin from my feet
and scratch a name into my cup
big blue eyes and crooked little teeth
i think i may have made you up
barely
i found him hanging in his web
my heavy feet
his hollow legs
insides
i'll scratch some wood
and just for you
i'll drop a consonant or two
and hide a note beneath the leaves
to fill your head with giggles and breeze
a glance and then a nudge
at the time your elbows touched
the still wet wall
and we forgot about them all.
am not
between those late hours,
those argumentative minutes,
and those frightened little riots..
this is just something
for someone.
scratch
scratch at you
crawl through me
"help me find what it is to be"
