if you want
i will hide inside this secret
curling up within these corners
bordered in
black.

i promise to be
quiet as a razor’s edge
unquenchably thirsty and
curious
and i will wait, these
rot-sweet tangles of flowers
resting like dead
butterflies in my hair.

and if i try
i can memorize every breath
until this spark goes out and
the stillness fills my lungs;
if you want-
only if you want me to

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