| layers still pulling tightly at your eyelids till you can't see my shape my curvy anxious body dancing around your every ache- up over my knee rounding towards your first brick stacked so proudly up the outside of my thigh you hold your righteous hand with might- and stop. around swimming delicately over my child bearing hips- with your new philosophical indifference my breasts- weighing down my back- my lungs- so i can't breathe, but you like that. my arm on the floor my lips no longer touch ing my curves cut through their own layers bending so far and round eager to break or snap at any indication of destruction or crumbling of layers your layers thick covering your sleeve boldly so no one will see what you told you laid there once. a sketch of my curves that unfold you |