Maybe wounds wouldn’t hurt that much
if both blood and skin learnt to
lay down still and stagnant instead of
running & crying down your bones.
It’s all measured in metrics, a tick up
is a tick down there and a ruler here
places some amount of miles between
me
&
u.

Maybe bruises wouldn’t bruise
if we learned to stop pressing
on them;
Maybe bruises wouldn’t bruise
if we laid still on our
beds;
But then, at that point, we
May as well be dead.

Maybe tears wouldn’t flow that fast
if we stopped blinking.
If we learned to just hug each other
and be blind, in the way that
only bats and lovers can be.