i trace the crevices between each finger, watching the sand dissipate in my forearm, counting the lovers through each crack--
the fuck-up circling my middle finger. hello wanker, how the fuck do you do.rising to the one who never truly wanted 'me,' who now rests between my four finger, giving ambiguous high fives to my new project sitting.
thumbs up. a home-base even i can't outrun.
no, i didn't forget you pinkie man, watching him throwing his arms out
hellahellahella yalla hear i am.my eardrums sinking in deep
shovels.
stop swimming in my tears.i said.
stop drowning my ring man.
i'm gonna find another you.
naked. with all your clothes on.
