Sarah Louise Garrido

What in me

needs you

to see it?

The means to an end,

I mean, same old wiles

to increase proximity.

So many animals, insects

on autopilot, barreling

down a single route.

A beautiful map inside,

egging them on // Blood rising

to the cheek, a look gone warm.

It’s not that I want

to have you–no, only

to ever move you to me.