Mildew.

i.

thought I'd ask your brother,
why you don't want to see me,
today

ii.

"it's just that my pockets
are warmer than your hands"
you said

iii.

and I cannot keep myself
to myself;

I do not have my own
feelings, they belong to
everyone else

iv.

told you, I wouldn't tell
about the other night
in the car;

too late, the highway
saw us, as
silhouettes of sex

v.

will I ever
be able
to read you?