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I’M FEELING LESS ROMANTIC LATELY ❋ Alex McGill
my body opened and then closed,
untrusting and undeserving
on bike rides I let my mind wander
ahead of me across the pavement
I let metal press into my peach legs
until bruises dot the insides of my knees
I want to touch you the way I do fruit
in the grocery store
testing ripeness, readiness
are you sad? do you miss me?
I can’t stop crying in public and
it’s embarrassing
each day I wake up
so abruptly, calm interrupted
mourning light streaking
softly across my pillows
reminding me how
I opened to you like a wound
I write letters
and address them to you
I can’t remember what
there is to love about me
I’m in my bed alone
I’m waiting to scab