doyouhearmewhenIscreamnexttoyou
the first night I collided with you
on a Sunday
left first then right you gotta whisper to me
"stop crying, stop crying, damn it"
but do you see who this is?
the space between our arms
and no one's ever seen the skin on my back
least of all you
no one's ever seen my bad side
least of all you when you are such good friends with God.

what do you say to a girl
what do you say to yourself when you question your own mind
when you don't know all the answers
but you know the hairs on your arm and the scar on your back
and you know its all gotta mean something-
shouldn't it?
doesn't it?
what then, God. what then am I supposed to say.