i have dreams about violence and sex with people from my past.
go call jane. i remember you said that she was a good friend.
she comes from around here. known her for years.
and you may warm your cold hands on my stomach
and breathe warm air down my neck.
only my best friends rub my back
and hold my head and stroke my hair out of my face
when i’m feeling sick because i can’t hold my drink.
don’t know her. sadly, couldn’t recognize her face.
if she wants me she knows where to find me
cause she knows what i look like.