'Iffy'

It’s one of

those

nights

Wet,

And cold

And iffy,

like

ifyousaidcome

Iwould

Iffy.

(But I feel you only call to have some say

in how I feel…

So
if you called tonight

you’d be allowed no say

in how

you

feel…I tell myself)

Remember the fit,

my breath,

your ear;

my teeth,

your neck;

my hands,

your wrists;

my

hips,

your hips;

my chest,

your scream; 

My yes,

Your please;

Me,

You.

That’s the kind of night this is, cold, and raw; the type of night

Clean junkies taunt their drugs,

Hoping

the

thrillfear

will warm them.

Chris Walters, 10-10.