it made me think of this poem. that i once wrote in indelible marker across the back of a past boyfriend’s sleeping body.

Scrawl (by Octavio Paz)

With a piece of charcoal
with my broken crayon and my red pencil
scrawling your name
the sign of your mouth
the sign of your legs
on nobody’s wall
On the forbidden door
engraving the name of your body
till the blade of my knife
bleeds
and the stone screams
and the wall breathes like a chest.