I get goosebumps when strangers ask me questions.

It costs too much to put the heating on,
bruised porcelain peppered with bumps.
Someone pissed the sun off,
he’s been gone for a month.
And I can’t really bring myself
to text you today, sorry it’s that way.
I’m delicate sometimes
I hope you stay.

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