INSIDE

I really love when people turn themselves inside out so when you try to give them the words you held in your mouth way to long, they can’t do anything but feel like an open bowl you have no permission to pour back.

 I really love when you turn yourself inside out

 You’ve gotta story under there somewhere- but I swear I won’t dig for it.

 Maybe then when the guilt overwhelms your everything…we can press our ears to the wall and listen to one another breathe between two inches of oak and fiber glass.

We could wear each others armor like accidents where we piggyback ride our way through the proofreading when we were told “ you’re just not doing it right?

 And I imagine that we would end up being each others emergency contacts one day.

 Or maybe we’d be the each others hurt.

 Hoping wed fall into the quiet hideaways of parents no longer in love.

Or lovers..far too scared to run. And we’d laugh like jackals sleeping under desert moons there is nothing sad about disspearing when you’ve spent your whole life hiding.

Then We’d touch the lullabyes of our fingertips together and remind eachother of this.

 And how this day would be marked with the salt from each others skin.

 How our voices cracked like the spines of phone books when we tell each other to “ piss off” then make out to rap music.

There is dynamite in my cerebellum because of you and im window shopping for a day that matches the ones like that just to feel some kind of explosion.

 But mostly, I really love when you turn yourself inside out.

 Gives us a chance to see what your scratch-gaurd plastic bodies been trying to tell me all along.