I’ll carve two lines in me if it means I won’t forget you
If it gives the tactile jog of who you are
and
may be for me
One line for M
The other line for M
Running parallel and raised
Streaming sangre and the daze
of making decisions
Never not there
Two lines
Running parallel
Etched into my thigh
Ones that touched
then exploded
Broke and imploded rules and people and
things that were made to protect
