by Liz Bowen
i’m sorry
i gave you
a brain parasite
it just felt
so tingly
squirming around
up there
sort of
like
the touch
of ice
on the dry tongue
or the prickle
of a stranger
looking out
from a darkened
doorway
it felt
gentle
and just occasionally
harsh
like a trusted
brush
i thought
you might
want it
too