Untitled Poem by Faith Wood

I'm dubious, submissive
I count flaws like calories;
hide them in the small of my back
I feel compelled to keep track.

I'm quizzacal, ressistant
I keep my eyes locked up
and I throw away the key,
don't want to see what's around me

I'm lyrical, frivolous
I jump over state boundaries
with every intention to leave
but it's not just by the mouth that we decieve

But with you I feel there are no sides to this box
Muddled in the snow,
but it seems just right
It's a pretense,
but we keep on calling
Wherever it is that I feel your hand,
I'll know.