when the tears aren’t tickling

& everything is good,

i long for pity

.

just let me bask in it until my skin 

is so pruned,

full 

of emotion

.

i missed this friend

toting an abundance of

melancholy gifts

& who tells me i don’t need to do

anything,

if i don’t want to

.

it’s so easy,

please stay a little longer

& curl up next to me on this bed

(10/27/20)