Gia Raquel

Dip your fingers in honey

And if you leave the residue on your lips

You’ll be able to taste the ghost of salt

The back seat of your car is covered in sand and sweat

Flakes of sunburned skin

Pollen from sunflowers

Did it hurt when you fell from her arms?

My eyelids grow heavy and

I can’t seem to shake this belief

That I am a forgotten human being

But you remembered me in your loneliest

And I can’t help but question

Did you want me?

Or did you just need somebody?