shiny crusts of pebble turn
turquoise in glistening brown boi hands

ocean cracking murals
on backs of closed eyes
you promise:
oppa did not find
femme for you

still, you paint glamour glittering as loud as
laughter, want as hopeful as
my calling heart

stumble stumble
shuffle shuffle

it does not matter that i cannot
will movement

you come
to me.

i am teaching these dusty bones to quiet
their rattling this heart to eat
its longing these fingers to quit
their reaching

one day, i will not want and
you will not
hurt me