You peel off your jeans
Sweat clings to them with its sticky hands
You kick them aside in a crumpled heap
Sliding your shirt up your hot back
You toss that too
I can’t see it but I can hear the clothes
Slump onto the floor
Leaving only you
A damp you
Then words start to pour out of your throat
Deep, vibrating, purring like an engine
They slip under the bathroom door
And cascade into my ears like chords on a violin
The door creaks; you must be leaning on it now
The toilet lid chills my thighs
(Come on sexy, you’re so beautiful just let me in, we could have a fun time babe, come on)
The paint on my side of the door is peeling off
In musty strips
And white flakes tinted yellow on the edges
I pull on a piece
It floats to the tile
Leaving crusty beige sprinkles on my fingertips
Your voice is starting to have a sharp edge,
It gives my ears paper-cuts,
The smooth violin misses a note
If I keep picking at the door
Chip off all the white paint
Maybe it will be able to breathe again,
So I do the same for myself
(Let me in already will ya, open up, come on just let me touch you; you are so beautiful)
I slowly peel the skin on my wrists
To the rhythm of your voice
Like savoring a cigarette drag
But with blood instead of smoke
One for every mistake that brought me here
Tears grasp onto my cheeks as they roll off
Leaving moist handprints
If I keep carving I can find the real me
The real me
Not a pulp
You’re still humming out staccato sentences
From the other side of the door
(You’re so hot babe, let me in, come on already, open up, let me in; let me in, sexy)
I keep leaking
Your words start to sound like feral growls
The door is becoming a patchwork mess
All peeling
Peeling jeans
Peeling paint
Peeling skin
Soon we will all be peeled too thin
(JUST LET ME IN)