August 17, 1:25 pm

anxiety, anxiety, tense neck, cords of body
stomach alternating between a dozen frequencies
          I need to have all of my life in one place.
Please don't be so confident in me. Please be worried about me

my fear is a muscle—I can feel it in knots.
Need the soothingness of fabrics, of breath

midnight

all that I need tonight
                                        for C.

toilet breath and zesty boy and
all the things I call you
I am reminded          fish springing out of mouths
burping as they go, fighting off tacos & mouthwash
all the images you can be
all the pretend butt-tickles & nose-butts &
glorious aromatic armpits, all the
golden warming stomachs and
confused, vagrant hairs.
All the promises of live lips and firm hips, but really
the reassurance I feel/ I found
in your similar yearning for me.