I've got this garden of half moons on my inner thigh. fingernail
accident bites craving relief for these moths inside my skin. pounding
their wings and nervously twiddling their thumbs. I always dream about
being chased. last night it was by a man with a bow and arrows yelling
after me, "wait! miss! you forgot your bow and arrows!" but I just
kept on pedaling my bike as fast as I could in the opposite
direction. I'm sorry sir, but those aren't mine. I'm proud of myself for
the first time in a long time.