For Michiel

In The Grass

Fourteen.

Here is how I heal:

I drink from your mouth.

I feed from your hand.

That's all.
Give me your tongue,

Give me your palm,

and watch how I survive.

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watch how I live for you.










Fifteen.


I will
never be apart from you again.

I will
even watch the movies I don't want to see.

I will
even go to places I don't want to be.

I will
even smile at those friends that I don't like.

I will
even nod and pretend I want to hike.

I will
never be apart from you again.