krzyzewski

i fall in love with everyone who touches me
yes i just had a baby
but these are my babies

what i don't say is understanding
or just the lack of interest in actually having something
unless you have recently touched me

my skin remembers the body inside of it
the lonely part
or the part that notices things that cake

because the weight of living
really is just the vapor of dying
letting go of your self by cell slough

kind of like this baby
or this hot lady
or my sun burn from being lazy

the cream won't always smooth you
tongue pulled through the hole in your throat
talking into a microphone