Numb Gums

Collide violently into me, hit the chest cavity and get absorbed. I’ve kept your secret this whole time, but it’s eating me alive, peeling at my ears and under my eye skin. Hit the chest again.

I keep dreaming about Jerrabomberra Avenue and it’s nearly distressing but I walk it off. Sit down by him and he welcomes me inside and swallows me entirely, I finger all of you now.

Entirely, pressed against the spine and in between the shoulder blades, I feel the hair rise on my arms as well. So, the prickles are forgotten, still the dream settings are imprudent as he touches me again and it’s okay I like it don’t even worry. But the tree in Jerrabomberra avenue is reserved by the Grandather wound under the wet ripe soil and it’s not open for inventory.

To turn something inherently sexual and longing into grief; a wound, unsutured. You will never understand me because you refuse to meet me upfront or suck my skin. You will never understand me because you refuse to meet me eye to eye.