bodily functions, blood, i think that's it
17 lines.

it's monday morning and you're wearing my shirt
our feet brush lightly underneath the table
you bring out tea
scalding hot on my tongue as i stumble to catch up
burning on the way down my throat

my body balances the water in my blood
my cells
the spaces in between

my lips loosen as my mind does
a dangerous combination, volatile gasoline
you arch an eyebrow when i tell you
my toothbrush is by the sink next to yours, our toothpastes the exact same
my clothes are folded neatly in the skeletons of your closets
my chest is heavy but not full; there's still room for one more
this house is too big for one

i now understand this
you cannot teach two forces of nature how to love
the two of us are both too wary for any sort of falling