Wax Poetic by Julia Johnson

I want to create with you

Venerable vulnerabilities

I would give you any minute of the day

How do I open my skull and pour myself into your hands?

If your hands aren’t outstretched, will I splash all over you?

Pool around your feet?

If I pour too much, too fast, will I spill out of your grasp?

If I don’t pry apart my skull, will I start to push out of myself?

Will I cascade from my eyes, flowing down my face staining my cheeks?

Moving from stillness

My blood vessels flood with radio silence;

Some much faster than others

Causing the silence to flex against my nerves:

Pins and needles.