Alison

alison was skinny,
but strong,
the velvet kind
of girl with
barely padded
muscles that
flex real hard
when they come
jumping out at you
like they want to tear
through the skin
and slap you around
for startling them.

she used to feel my
face,
really dig her thumbs in
because she wanted
to get to know my
bones.
when I cut my hand
open I gave her
the x-rays they
took to make sure
I didn't have enough
glass in me to really
fuck myself up
later.
she was happy
enough about it
to really fuck
the wheels off me
but she kept
bumping my stitches
and I counted
shadowed bars from
the venetians
on the ceiling until
it was over.

we had a lot of
bad
sex because the way
she tilted her head,
with her neck
just so, the twitched
muscles inside her
made me come so fast,
but she always said,
"I miss you"
when I pulled out.

"I usually don't," I'd start
to say,
but she'd shush me and
pull me down next to
her
and we would sleep.

I really usually don't...