Thorns

19.09.2023

Literal thorns.

I notice your voice,

my feet spiral on the spot. 

Three splinters in my feet. 

Please take them out. 

When I stumble down the stairs,

Someone stops my steps.

They ask: do you need help?

I say: no, it has to be him.

Hands on his twitching arm

asking for a needle and alcohol.

Please, darling take the splinters 

and I will grow you violet roses.