Kristen Orser
For my scabby skin,

the time the continents blew into the ditch, lost all their pretty thoughts, I can't pretend 

that when the weather changes, I don't miss you more. 




	It's the very idea of you that makes me wet, makes me consider the options of pulling out my hair and screaming, "Lover, if you love me, take me with me complications. Take off my complications. Complicate 

my complications."