Glued to you

Bring me snippets of information

infuriate and console me

bother me and wake me,

but still I’m glued to you.

 

I knead the nape of my neck

the invisible dough back there

blocked and sore, sticky

with painful residue from you.

 

Refusing your distractions

and feigning relief, I grit my teeth,

slit my wrists and reach for you

again and again and oh…

 

… and oh, I look and

sometimes see, sometimes read but

mostly my eyes slide across your surface,

not fully taking in what you’re saying.

 

Stuck to me, thumbs and fingers

ears and eyes, panicked frisks

and with a granite kind of kiss

you’re always there so damn

glued to me.