Because why would I even want me
   when the lift of my hips
   is still fucked with the crack of
 a first kiss, still calling
    still fucking calling names
   like tease and
   like I ever meant
 anything else
                and I didn't.
 I never parted elsewhere from myself
  only ever dancing on the
  only ever metres from the line

I think I crossed it already.

Published by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths