i have waited to touch your face with my hand
my skin is rough
yours rougher still
we meet like sandpaper

begin at the beginning.

[this means to be brave.]

messy messy. i did not ever remember to be this sloppy with a word or phrase or idea until i forgot that trying too hard leaves you inside of a skin that stretches too tightly and must eventually fall apart.
i am exposed again.

if A gets you to point B, what is it that we call the increments of letters in between? can they form together to make up words of their own? i feel that i am perpetually in a space where i am putting together pieces of letters (it takes all of my time) into words halfway in between the words that are counted.