Douglas Arruda CC
We both hate when you have to cut my nails.
I’m trying to quit but my mouth is already sick
with the taste. I never meant for your wrists
to ache or to be the cause of your pain. Sometimes
I wish things never went my way. You wish
you can lend me your head. You don’t
understand why I’ve been trying to jump
out of your hands instead. I’m not good
when things make sense like our closeness
lying together in bed. And I know I once said
I was planning on a surrogate but when strangers
compliment our face, I forget. A river runs right
through our palms. The reader said the mouth
rests in our hearts. But you made yours so small
and I never grew any more after that. I wish
nothing was ever your fault but I don't know
how to give up. I want you to live until
the very end just like a little kid. Where
your body ends and where mine begins,
the thinnest lines wrinkle and stretch. Please
forgive me for all I did.
Alex N. is currently an undergraduate student in New York City. Their work tends to take the form of poetry, song, and/or horoscope. They can be reached through twitter or instagram, @mukbangbby.
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