I’d rather pull out both eyes and serve them

sautéd and seasoned

 

than let another stranger hear me

speaking in my sleep

 

Unconscious and urine filled

turning into you, yearning away

 

muttering words, always talking shit

you say. I tell you I first slept-spoke

 

in the fifth grade

I told my Mom to fuck off

 

We laugh, we’re new, not untouched

but not yet seen. Don’t tell me about

 

kid-you running away from home, screaming down the block

fuck off. I’m scared of this. I’d rather eat both my eyes

 

naked on the floor in silence than share another

story. To feel like I’m siphoning myself to you

 

to feel the insurmountable agony of being

witnessed fully, or worse, seen naked

 

in my dear delirium, hairy and lost

face swollen from something

 

eyes tight, susurating words with minds of their own

don’t look at me, I love you, turn away