back in stomachache nights, I drowned periodically
dying daily, increasingly, vehemently- until we fell asleep
I have finally forgotten the color of the wallpaper I have finally discarded the wetness on the inside of your lips I can finally open my eyes driving past boy with the highway flower stand
I have finally mixed a new shade but instead of your cadmium red he’s blue and green and I hope that these colors don’t become brighter in the sun.
We have learned to ache openly.
We have learned to open our chests and to disregard that ticking-bomb fear of exposure.
We have discovered the feeling of feeling too deeply and I think the difference between you and me and her is that we can ache openly-
while you fear jaded recourse off of jagged ends
bottle-green mirrors from broken sea glass friends