the guy at the
door has flowers
and you know
they're for
you and you
should say
thank you but
he isn't
welcome he
has eyes like
snakes and
words like oil
and eels and
every time your
hands brush
you feel paralyzed
and you're pretty
sure this isn't
how you're
supposed to feel
but you take the
flowers and put them
in water because
they are probably the
only thing you can
keep alive and you
take his hand because
nothing else ever feels
this way