Not anyone anymore

No need to peek
Unless and of course you
want that feeling of prying
Open the Oyster
To see what squishy mess
You might discover
I would also
Small but heavy lingering
On the tongue
And the guilt
Of pain of the Big Wounds
We pick at scabs
Just to feel alive
And turn green knowing
The most familiar hiding spots
Are aways found first

would you find
No other than that
Who opens your gate every day
That same naked, farting bag of flesh
That holds your needles
And absorbs every hot mess
That hitches a ride on the sole of your shoes?

There’s no secret me
No other sides
No hidden parts
Than the ones you have seen
Over and over again.
Kneeling over our babies
Taking out the trash
Do you want more?
IS that why?
Is knowing everything about someone
Just too shallow of a pool to be wading in
Day after day?
Is that glimpse of fiction
Mirrored in each other’s eyes?

What is already discovered
Is known.
And there it is,
The allure of not knowing
Even if imagined