FingersAndSuch

Before then when things 
were bad I looked 
for and reached out 
to men as a 
form of selfish distraction 
I used them in
the name of desire
and affection and love 
but it wasn’t love 
I wanted their fingers 
and only their fingers 
to plug the many
holes in my heart 
that had been eaten 
away by a moth
who had been there 
far too long and 
way way too comfortable 
here’s the funny thing 
about wounds that I 
know now the more 
that you touch them 
with fingers and such
the longer they remain 
open the better way
to heal a wound 
is by leaving it 
alone and forget about 
it it’ll heal all
by itself in time
just as mine has