I have given love
to so many lost boys
the count is off. But If I hadn’t
taken the brunt of their pain
another girl with scars on her thighs
would have. And I love her,
with all my heart. All of the girls
with scars and thighs. And longing sighs.
So welcome, read my varicose veins like maps
and bleed me dry because I’ve devoted my
life to girls with hairline fractures in their
souls, like fault lines waiting for
an earthquake like you.