Eating amphetamines,
like candy from your fingers, always your fingers
in the chair by the window,
always waiting for the sun to set, for the
slow creep of time to bring your voice
to me.
I will race you downhill, I will
meet you there, below the dark,
waiting,
I will tell my secrets to strangers, wonder when
you will break,
break me open with your knowing fingers,
not the neighbours, the nurse asking me if I am
feeling, anymore, the girl behind the counter
at the drugstore, her kind hands over mine,
fragile.
If you can count my ribs,
will you love me, or stay, the
rescue brigade,
whispering to each other
in the night.
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