i wrote you a letter
i sat on my hands
and wrote you a letter
with the only words i knew
i sat on a balcony too small
for drunken fits
and began to sweat
cuz i’m so used to pen and paper
and not the echo of my voice
off your chest
when you play with questions
in the softness of my hair
my hands began to sweat
but the letter was long
and longer when i pulled my feet
beneath me
and rested on the possibility
that this letter may not reach you
cuz our love makes the air too thick
shit doesn’t move when we love