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
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.