Morning confessions

I know each shirt I iron

and where the crease should fall

and this hunger and the

overflowing feeling in my face when I’m sad.

I like to rub shea butter

into the places where my skin has been dried out by the cold.

I put on that song that I think

I might have held her hand to

when it came on in the cinema.

But it’s okay because I didn’t want her

like I want you.

Keeping cards until the ink’s faded, that’s what I do,

because I like the pictures

but more the people who gave them to me.

That’s why I prefer letters to postcards sometimes,

but you can show postcards

and letters belong in a box or drawer.

I don’t like hiding things.