we somersault into the skin

after light comes in the corner of your room
your so called “crib”
(I tussle the ribs)

layers of you at night

I rubber band myself around wrists and ankles
lick-lick you under Angeleno skyscrapers

into my room
you mockingbird all over my ceiling

tell me how you would consider staying
if you would consider to ever stay
considering you would never stay
in a place that doesn’t belong to you

in another body that will make you feel
feelings you are scared to feel
after somersaulting into my womb

do I taste like salt or magic

salt and magic

do I taste like your favorite thing you fear forever of

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