In the Seams

 I don't know what she feels like--

 That warm,
 Groaning,
 In my joints;

 My bones,
 My ligaments,


 Myself.

 I know,

 She doesn't feel grown up

 Or

 Grown down.


 She does not feel too young.
 She does not feel consistent.

 She does not feel
 Dead.

 If there were

 REALLY

 Someone
 Inside
 Myself

 [Existing],

 I think. I hope. I think. I hope.
 I think.

 She would feel the pain
 Of not being dead;

 And she would marry
 That pain

 Every day

 For the rest
 Of her
 Life.