Some situations are just naturally really awkward
Like you couldn’t get more awkward if you were a turtle on your back or something.
Kicking those little legs.
Like that time your mom asked me if I needed a glass of water
And I said, “Sure, I’d love some”
And she goes, “I bet you would!”
Because I was all sweaty
And you were still naked.
scratches on the skin rub raw against normally soft t-shirts
pressed between a layer of clothing and an office chair
reminding me of the night before, or perhaps that morning
with fingernails etching intricate designs upon my back
and welling blood to the surface to mark a territory you did not even want.
and then
scars form after the itchy scratches have finished healing
leaving permanent marks that now inform me I will be remembering those nights
for much longer than either of us had intended
white hairline scars traced up a back for someone else to find.