Poetry

Find Me Here

You can find me here,
Beneath my calluses, scars, and scabs.
I'm not waiting, not for you,
With your sharp love and sweet violence.

Beneath my calluses, scabs, and scars,
I'm not lost; I'm not sleeping,
Only numbness, only boredom
Float on my quiet blood.

I'm not waiting, not for you.
In the modern night,
Where the dark is light,
You can find me in the restless black

With your sharp love and sweet violence,
Curled around my spine;
With your touch under my skin,
I find myself here.