i wrote 'i love you' backwards on your chest while you were sleeping. later when you went into the bathroom you shut the door and did not come out for a long time



i connected the freckles on your back and they look like Boris Yeltsin



if we were to lie down in the desert room together i would put my fingers into the sand until i found yours and we would say nothing and trace the outlines of the iron with our eyes shut



nothing will ever be good enough. not even you.