I drew a line

I remember a stopping point

leading up to full bloom,

shaking and wondering:

Why haven’t I done this before?

I came hard and cried:

Green irises exploding in jaguar spots.

I cry sometimes.

Sometimes I cry.

I didn’t feel bad

about the train sex.

I was afraid of the next stop,

but I didn’t feel bad.

I didn’t speak.

I couldn’t.

I drew a line.

Today is better

than yesterday.

I just let it be,

just curled like so;

Like a pillow in a case,

a hand around a book,

Just so.