“my hands twist like ivy lately,
i’ve been shaking and over-compensating
i used to be pangaea
but i’m feeling so archipelago-ed
shoe shined and glossy.
glossing over my need to fall asleep next to a warm body
lion and lioness-
closing gaps between pillows;
mending torn torsos
and haggling with negative space
out of a shear appreciation of it.
treasure hunt for that soft spot
behind the ear - i will fall asleep there.”
