It’s been a little while! I’ve gotten 1. a cat 2. halfway through multiple seasons of Drag Race 3. insane because of Hozier’s new album (and 4. no further on my TBR but we won’t talk about that).
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CWs: light gore, sex
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years later, my body remembers being brokenhearted
my lungs reach out for each other, trying
to close the vanished gap—stitch
themselves together through
all my hot-blooded work, catching
on the ragged edge of my healed sternum—
I get strung out, suppurating, waiting
for you to text me back so I can say
I’m outrunning us faster. the trapeze
in my chest heaves and
stretches in the evening hour
you loved best, but what does it matter.
my skin cracks and weeps
in the dry heat and I don’t
think of you once, even thrice,
with someone’s fingers curving past
where I allowed you. I say please. you
wouldn’t want me like this.
grasping. open enough my other
organs get out their needlework,
too. wet the thread. back stitch,
pulling taut. I never taught you
to sew like I said
I would. I like
to think you’ll never learn.