you told me twice that this was
more often than not
a trend
and I still can’t tell if I was part of that pattern
or if maybe I got cut
eraser marks and rubbered shavings
littering the floor, making a mess, a reminder stuck
between the fabric on the floor
split level houses that make up the carpet
that time when you pulled me on top of you
in front of my friends, in between race car matches on the t.v
