Cuts on Your Hands
Aidan Baker, Leah Buckareff
the cuts on your hands tell me little
we lie curled in a ball breathe into each other
& you inflate me & I am untethered & float away
I feel the sting of the cuts on your hands
I feel the burn of the darkness of your eyes
the blisters on your skin tell me everything
telegraph your unease your discomfort
& you burrow into into my skin & try to hide from me
I feel the sting of the cuts on your hands
I feel the burn of the darkness from your eyes
