Rachelle Toarmino

who points to the space underneath his knees and says I usually like to cry in here

DRAFTS

if I am speaking to you
and I suddenly stop

it is because I am
considering

how everything I say lately
feels like a draft

there are fresh coats of paint
and a world in my mouth

adhesive doubts
live in the hairs on my tongue

and behind my teeth
is where I leave my dreams

I’m speaking this
like the little boy I babysit

who points to the space underneath his knees
and says I usually like to cry in here

I am trying to tell you
that I don’t know if I come across

whether or not you hear something
if you don’t have a word for it

I am a gesture
I belong mostly to movement