letter to the best girl

allow me just
barely
like a dead dragonfly's wing
touch someplace
like the back of your neck
that doesn't talk
with the talking part of me
clamped shut against the blood thump
let me softly go past sleep
and past the ends of all the beds

let me barely be
suspended from the ceilings
that you move beneath
putting pieces of china together
delicately with such delicate
things that you have