Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read
Teach me

Teach me how to sketch a love
Navigate the contours of a mind
Navigate the liminal between what is and might
Not taking fright,
Such skittish animals we be
Teach me how to palm the whorls of hands,
The caverns of a flighty heart
Teach it, and I’ll sell the oldest
guidebook to the soul
So torn and bent,
But legible and numbered neat
