CLENCH

The hard spot where I feel you
Is getting tighter like a clot
The whispering gasps when I see you
Are starting to grow like creepers
You’re creeping into my veins
You’re slithering into my blood
And making it dark
Snip-snip and my hair’s gone
In its place is thorny grass
Chop-chop my hands are fists
And my head is full of beats
My sneakers squeak and fidget
They’re new and a size small
My shirt falls about my chest
Flatly, like it wants to hide me
In its innocent child’s shape
My eyes are young and narrow
I don’t want you to know
I throw myself in your lonely face
But you’re missing something else
And you probably don’t see.