quiet. Now. You space
Don’t you find a way to/ be me
I am worrying down this frayed paper with my hopes
Grasping the screen I fold it into my pocket and imagine it a star chart
Let me chart my course to you
I have worked out all the maths
When we were him
…and so your shadow is spilling on the bed and your eyelids are an entire song
I know your hairline. I find it in the dead of night and mask it with a quick
pen and pencil drawing. Dare me. I will.
I’ve never painted your portrait so suddenly before. Do you even see yourself?
Because all I see is me. Me. Me.