Fall Back

“I think everyone deserves to have someone
be completely obsessed with them. You know?”

No

“Like psychopath obsessed,” she continues, “I totally get it.
I just want to wear his skin.”

Laugh

I don’t think she’s joking.

And I see myself unzipped—
sand, fingernails,
a backlit shoulder,
and the tailored seam
of my spine

I warned you

in a room far from a restaurant
that uses mason jars for water glasses
and makes its own ketchup.