Writing

We ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's

together

in the back of your mom's car

that's what friends are

for

and then we skied

when the sun set

and the stars rose

and

The tips of our earbuds

Like closed-up flowers, echoing the melodies of drawn-out words

Connect, bone spurs on a spinal cord,

Pure and pearl-white in the midnight

Underneath the sun-bright lone street lamp on 4th Avenue

I am begging you, resist it.

I promise that you can.

I know it's hard and challenging

But you know, you know she's banned.

She's off limits.

Don't play that game.

She's poisonous and dangerous.

You vacuum the carpet in the same direction, 
straight lines like ribs, hoping to be noticed, 
hoping someone sees proof of you, 
the ghost of your hands pressed into the fibers. 

I crave physical touch,

I need to feel skin to skin,

I need to be felt,

I crave something I hate.

I've never liked hugs or the feeling of someone touching me,

Head towards the sky

Eyes open

Hearts open

Looking for a shooting star

A spark of equality

A spark of freedom

Eyes search the sky

Spend hours searching

Looking

Hoping

Wishing to wish