Karissa Satchwell Dead Grass Lovely

you are kind of very lovely
its not obvious
not so obvious that you would see me gripping tables
preventing embarrassingly loud collapses

my falls are louder and faster than my mouth is
and i always fall hard enough
to slam into
anything

i mark time with knee bruises

hair is just hair
but yours is soft light sweet
sorry for touching
your space is yours not mine
not mine

you know, no
you sting like elbows
with scrapes from backyards

and the grass in my current one is dead
maybe that is yet another sign that ive misread