she wants to train her eyes to
look directly into yours,
to recover from the colour
to get over the idea
to eradicate the ailment.

& pulls a silver bullet
from underneath the pillow
says she's kept it just for you
to hang around your neck.

want to feel your spine under my palms
to know for sure, that it's there
& you've saved me
& thankyouformakingmefeel
& today was a magnificent mess.

repeats the same song,
to the tune of a mistake.
does not dance for fear
of finding truth.

i worry sometimes,
you know that i do.
no one else seems to, i let you read me right through

i love the way
your shirt changes,
from the morning
to the afternoon.