please give me plenty of comfortable places

to rest my head and hands

my body is tired, my breath spotted—

let me lay down on your socks

the stars are not ready

for me / to leave 

but i’m ready

i’ve been / waiting

and i love you like water loves an open wound

i love you like rose thorns love a little kid’s hands

i watch you like a bit of space debris,

caught in the orbit of a doomed planet

spinning round and round

to each their own solar system

let us both be sister species 

made of dying supernovas

and as my thin arms stretch out

on your mailbox-red blanket

let me implode

the stars are not ready

for me / to leave 

but i’m ready

i’ve been / waiting

i’ve been

waiting