i want to be loved but not like that. peer into my small indoor life and ask for the bits you want to keep like a garage sale or a free sofa in the street. i miss all the storms i’ve slept through. i want to be loved the way the thunder surprises us, fast and possible like a reminder. yes i need a lot of reminding. of wrapping up, cleaning, showering in the dark so i don’t have to look at myself. peer into my life. my envelopes opened with small knives, my closet with its mostly stained clothes. peer into my envelope. ask that i fold neatly around you and divulge…
