I have scars hanging off of some girl’s ceiling fan
I grabbed the tea kettle too many times
this is how I learned not to touch things
your body always
always makes me want to break that
I haven’t found a higher power to trust
more than equilibriums.
I haven’t found the solace and order
that should underline the chaos of my life.
But when I think about the
molecules that went into your body,
I count my blessings in exponents.