You never asked, but yes, it hurt
It was dry So dry It was a lie My lie He had lies in his eyes too But I only looked in them once And my focus only showed me the glaze on his cornea The only thing wet about that night
Maybe his lips were too But mine weren’t My night It was so dry.
You never asked, but yes, it was dry And there were no hertz The lowest of frequencies And “vibes”
Like muted strings He tried to play me But I kept my hand fast and hard against my body and board Strings aching For some freedom
