Movement III / Contact

Fuck

I am laid in bed
to rest—
and yet

  • 23 in book order
  • 21 lines
  • 8 stanzas

01

I am laid in bed to rest— and yet

02

fuck.

03

I am winter, meant to chill— and now overheating for you.

04

Fuck, Jude. I love you.

05

My heart warmed to CSA and now I am blue.

06

My curiosity: you. Surprise and disguise— you think. (but to that, another poem)

07

I love you.

08

That is where I am: sprung from love, fallen from us.