When you’re not looking, I look at you and imagine pressing my lips to your wristsor the freckle behind your left ear.
(But it’s not because I want you,it’s because I want something, anything.)
Sometimes when I forget things,it’s because I want you to remember me.
(I think I’m fading away.)
My feet are itching again.I want to be different, I wantto do something I haven’t done before.
(My hands have never shaken so much. Can’t you see it yet?)