Cry Baby

Where does all my warmth go when it leaves my body sitting naked in front of my heater, i let my legs go pink to run my fingers over fleshy fault lines of heat my phone autocorrects ‘noodles’ to ‘bodylessness’ so i adjust myself accordingly i think of myself as a sea sponge, pointless and absorbent wring my neck to make me lighter, make me less unmake my memory of you and i’ll match you in kind i’ve never been good at lying but baby i’ll pretend i’m collecting debris from domestic curbside gardens in nowhere places full of nowhere people half of the sky moves from blue to blush while the other half wastes my time if you look at rainclouds and i look at puddles are we looking at the same thing?