safflower and cottonseed
all i know is that i've formed some thoughts
on how
these oils aren't very good for
your body
but they sound like nice enough words
as they crawl into my half-sleep and
i might give
them to the box of unspeakable terms of endearment
where they settle
down my spine, in my hands
i am holding on to thoughts of you before bed
it sounds like sex
but is not
is not sex
its knot.
sex
all of this has nothing
and everything to do with you

i guess we are both between those
realizing the lie,
the hoax of loneliness;
felt good