Remember tangled limbs
Remember someone else's sweat
Remember soft lips hiding hard teeth
Cursing and laughing at the same time
Pull back. We can lose
what we need to lose, shed
what we need to shed. I slough my skin
then pin it to the wall, listen to it whisper
when the door blows open.
Stories of wet grass and dry sand.
Or dry grass and wet sand.
The story of the glass of ice. The hot macadam.
The story of two palms, paper thin,
writing stories on one another.