your firm fingers grasp the bones

inside of my shoulder

i feel them there,

when they are gone i know they will still haunt that spot.

when you touch me, i know it is not

because you want to feel me

that looming spirit,

the one who can look at you

the one who thinks she loves you.

you need to feel something

but not me

my skin, maybe

it is warm, it exists.

feelings do not exist.

please do not think you are fooling me, love.

i'll do this for you because it is what you think you need.