007. not mine
there is a boy, I think, and he is beautiful and confusing and, most importantly, not mine. what is new? I think of showing up on his doorstep, walking in, pushing him against a refrigerator, cold off-white ceramic, a movie set. my mind thinks thoughts so strong I wince as I taste them, a powerful, coaxing muscle,
phalanges, nailbeds, worn fingerprints, circling thumbs and frowning eyes, parallel functions rotated around your axes with a boundary of y = the bridge of your nose, boy, (yet your eyes, if I recall correctly, as I sit beside you, are stoic), your eyelashes grown wild and long, are not mine
phalanges, nailbeds, worn fingerprints, circling thumbs and frowning eyes, parallel functions rotated around your axes with a boundary of y = the bridge of your nose, boy, (yet your eyes, if I recall correctly, as I sit beside you, are stoic), your eyelashes grown wild and long, are not mine