and when you said you needed a red pen
don’t worry I’ll unzip my veins and give you mine.
and when you said you forgot your notebook
i let you etch notes into the skin of my back with a blade wrenched from a pencil sharpener.
i wondered how late you stayed up studying notes on other boys’ bodies
when their bare backs peeked out from beneath your blankets –
how meticulously you memorized the map of their muscles, their veins,
how many of theirs matched my north-star crater
and if you even remembered it,
as if it had never guided you to my sweet, gaping vulva,
as if you didn’t dream of the valleys along my spine in biology class.
i watched you scribble out my tearstained name with red ink
on another boy’s back.