For the sake of being untitled, we clip our Qs into Os
and sit with our lips parted. Without pulling
up the kitchen tiles to stow away the excess
organs, something is bound to lose its polka dots.
You’ve been smoothing out your skin tone with a well-versed
machete, and I want to be the person that you think of
when you hear
of hurricanes that will never make landfall.
Here is the first kiss to be received backwards:"