The epitome of ‘hot mess,’
don’t you always have sex mussed hair?
I imagine you this way: body bed tousled,
you always roll out on the bad (but satisfied)
side, I guess. A slight bruise there,
and is that a hickey? Fuck. How to
describe you naked? Slim; tiny; curves
like waves before a storm. You will
not be held though. Not you; you’d
rather–and will–thrash about in someone
else’s arms, if only in your mind.