at a standstill between long-distance jealousy
and unattended phrases omitted from speech,
I can create illusions of self-sufficiency
and convince myself of it when in reality,
I'll let you in and make you feel at home.
you'll never get me alone because I'm always alone,
but you can call me anytime if you want to.
we get comfortable with each other's mouths
so when coffee starts to taste like bad blood,
we'll switch to water
though my cup is already shattered
and can't contain what history books said
I should need, or desire.
I never knew what that was.
I'm exhausting myself and you're falling asleep
we can settle for uncomfort if you want to.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI