The left sleeve
of my blue flannel slid up
when I reached for a charcoal pencil.
I felt your eyes on me.
I felt your eyes on my forearm.
I felt exposed.
To this day,
I dislike the warmth you offered
despite shooting insults at me
like arrows.
Lethal
The left sleeve
of my blue flannel slid up
when I reached for a charcoal pencil.
I felt your eyes on me.
I felt your eyes on my forearm.
I felt exposed.
To this day,
I dislike the warmth you offered
despite shooting insults at me
like arrows.