Glass
a dozen and a half times around the sun
and you’d think i’d know everything
about being young.
i know about blisters and adrenaline
and the way a person shifts when he
walks in the room.
i know about clay and the burn of rum
in my throat on a school night.
i know about being so cold my teeth chatter
but this house is a hundred degrees
and i know what it feels like to come
completely undone.
i’d still say i’ve got plenty to learn
because i’ve yet to know what it feels
like to love in the way that sets a
thousand monarchs free from containment.
i want someone to touch me like they
know i could break
and i want someone to touch me like they
they know they could
break me and
then, i think, i would feel like a boy
that has met his capacities
and a boy that will continue to fill
even after reaching
overflow.
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