Some Ideas

Once I was Giantess.

How could I tell him
I felt nothing
while his arms wrapped
silk bows around my waist
No, I felt nothing
except the part of his neck
where I nestled my painted thumbs,
I used them to send messages
down his rectangular body
Dot dot dash dash
What can I tell you?
I thought it’d get easier
Once we were closer


And it did,
in a way:
the same way it’s easy to learn
you’ve settled your entire life.
I keep waiting for something
(someone)
To consume me
Flood my insides
Warmer than blood,
It’s easy to bleed.
I expected
too much from him.