Jul 16, 2021
1 min read
Vulnerable
A Poem
Remind me — what are we doing here?
Knees bowed over the arm rest,
Thighs holding your beer.
Between the coffee table and the couch;
I’m folded like a paper crane,
My thumb contorts my mouth…
Brush the hair out of my eyes and smile:
Say something like, “You’re lovely,
I can only…
