22.

I wanna write you a letter
and put a piece of my chest,
perhaps a collarbone or a fleck of sternum,
inside the envelope,
and it will make the paper all bloody
and I will be missing something (but that’s okay
because I would rather you have it anyway)
and you will open it up and think of me licking the stamp.
And the bone might break
or tear your shirt,
but you will clean it up in the sink
and you will mend the pieces with your sewing kit
and put varnish on it.
And while I am still bleeding from the chest,
you will bring it back to me.
You will place it back inside the cavity it left in me
and press my skin together,
and I will look even better than I did before.