i lay upon the crisp sheets before you
to come to you without a past.
to never hear nor tell
those stories
long cords coiled red
frayed to the wire at the edges
for those aren't our stories
they're everyone else's but ours
so im far and distant a complete
an un-storied girl before you.
before you. i come
i come loudly with streaming fears and tears
without a past i come
i come so violently
i crash into your body
and for that moment a question hovers above your lips
so i say shhh. it's just you.
it's always just been you.
