Boy, make me skinny like you
Parchment skin
Showing me all that body has to offer.
(nothing)
But oh, I crave disappointment.
I can see your baby back ribs
I can see knees, smaller than mine, though
You are 6'7, I, 4'11
I can see the salt in your eyes
The perfect crookneck curve of your bladed back
The snake tattoo you felt n your bones
But not all of them
As you were drunk that night.
I recognize your gaunt crater cheeks
An ass no man wants
The straw hat covering a head full of dandruff,
Flaky lies I want to hear you tell me
Make me the skin stretching over your white epidermic
Thin innards;
Tell me how you do it without passing out after each step
Waking up to waves no colder than your thin innards
Frost like the sand underneath your vanishing footprint.
YOU ARE READING
what Beth told me ~ a collection
Poetrya collection of delicate poetry all concieved on the golden shoreline of bethany beach, delaware over the summer of 2022. though slightly nonsensical, I hope you can retrieve something from the waters like I did. sincerely, lemyn victoria
