out of three options, it's never you, but the one we don't talk to is the only one we think of: modalities of care without attention.

you are boring.
and i am paranoid.

some boards fit the mold,
but it is the exactitude of the figure
the one you cut, easy, all i want is you.
perfectly slippery around my fingers,

a thumb inside you. sleek
appearances hardly lie.

outline a path, that cannot be denied.
i, sloppy drunk. turn up the volume
i hardly blame you. move to the side.