you touched me
YOU TOUCHED ME
i didn't know the rules of the game
you're playing with me
you touched me
YOU TOUCHED ME
i've never been more
afraid of not knowing
the rules of the game
you're playing with me
we're all paintings in our galleries;
our own curators,
our own security guards.
art thieves.
there's no school i've ever been to where they teach
self-sovereignty
what do you let in
to your body? 101 doesn't exist
and i let it all in, receiving, a receptacle, a site for reception
i'm a bad student, i thought
i'm not learning what i should learn
(they're not teaching
what my body needs
to know, i know now)
you touched me
YOU TOUCHED ME
you were playing the game
and i only tried
to play along too.
you were playing with me
and i only tried
to guess at the rules
to escape them
to push.
you were playing
and i only tried
not to freeze
not to show i was clueless
not to cry.
you weren't kind, were you?
and i only tried
to imagine a world in which you were kind
to me.