Karissa Satchwell Like Origami

here again is where i lie,
(in both senses of the word)
so close to the floor
amidst styrofoam cups
and damp paper flowers or swans,
leftovers from this tired month

my skin is so dry now
as i cant stop writing
words that dont connect
they lack sense,
though ive tried to discover
some meaning in the look in your eyes,
knowing would unblock me
maybe

and when my lips brushed your cheek
i felt