fuzzy recollections. maddening madness

were you mine? was i yours?

we never really did those shameful, shameful things together
they are not truths, i suppose.
they are not
they are not
they are not truths, i suppose -


and hands they fly to cover the ears
and eyes they squint shut till from them flow tears
and legs bundled closely to the heart
to remind the self all is fine, all is safe, all is junk.