Moving my mouth over your mason jar, tracing the space where your lips were.
Pinky to thumb on my lover's hand, touch me as much as you possibly can.

I know I fell in love with the way you crossed your legs.
Afternoon on a quiet day.

A lover, a table, a kitchen, a tellie.
I'm half paper airplane on my mother's side.
But half isn't enough to learn to fly.
Problems at home I've always been asked.
Have you found yourself a safe place yet?