hey, what's your rush, what's your hurry

a horrible habit, beating mysteries bloody
they simply don't scream

i am dying to know your secret
at the same time, loving how elegantly it is kept from me
cupped ever so
in your mouth
and your ear, pressed to my ribs

i think you know everything
when you listen like that.
not meaning to, my skin starts to gossip
it gets ugly, man.

forgive me
sometimes i'm a painfully
regular girl
trying to stamp and file what came to her
from the stars.