DRENCHED

Sometimes it’s obvious that I can’t be saved.
This doesn’t mean I don’t need saving.
If possible, I’d rather not be singled out in public, please.
If I dare
to look around,
some place
will look back at me.
It will show me that everything’s drenched in longing,
that everyone has the ability to be drenched in longing.
So soaked
that soon cleavage
begins to drip.

רווּי

רווּי