What does it mean, you know, to you?

I massage a rose petal onto each temple
And breathe in its perfume.

So, you’re like taking care of yourself, right?

My body discovering song.

But I mean can you, like, give it to
Anyone else?

A bird ate from my hand and fluttered away.

Can you be in love with anyone else?

And this lifetime and next and next and…

I guess what I’m trying to ask is
Does it bother you that I’m asking?

My hands using a rosary as expression;
As the blood I’m trying to get to you.

So, you like, take medication every day?

A rose petal floating down my esophagus.

I mean, like, what does it mean to you?

My body sung its undeath.