I will not cling to the cuffs of your jeans
or be dragged along by the back of your shirt
by the thread hanging off your sleeve.
A small gust of wind
will blow me away
and slam all my doors.
Let me crawl into your skin and make my home
so the only way you can make me leave
is if you tear yourself open.
Show me to my home
and I will give you the key
to yours.
– k.

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