No fixed position and often misplaced.

I said I’d do this even with the pause in my throat and the holes in the fleshy part of my cheek where hair could creep through. It was dark and she reached out her hand so my fingers could mitten around hers and I didn’t have to worry quite as much. I apologized to the woman and feasted on what was there. I am still empty and my words do not resonate. I’m sure I will learn to draw again. Close laboring and attention will open the door to succinct spreads and late night adrenaline. I’ll say nothing and wonder where the words can be had for the plucking. In sleep the music sounded just like home.