6/29/19

The fitted sheet is still inside out from when you helped me

make the bed

Next month when the sheets are dirty, I will call you

Would you let me call you

To undress me and dress me up again

To look at me with the tags and seams

showing

Your eyes are green and full

They are wet marshes when you look

at me

I would build a cabin at the edge and watch it flood

Would you let me

Watch you pick through your scalp

like a cheeky monkey

Can I call you that

I would lay you down on my bed and eat the bugs out of

your hair

I would like to be able to call you

to be turned inside out