i know when you're nervous you drop names

we're naked
because all our clothes are wet
because it's five and the sun is coming up
because we're high

your nails scratch my skin
trying to catch veins
raised and ugly
the backs of my hands
my wrists my elbows
my feet my thighs
my stomach my neck
around my eyes

you talk too quickly of
lou reed and nietzsche
of my perfect junkie veins