I.
Scratch,scratch
I scratch because I’m itchy.
The skin on me feels ichy. The microscopic
bugs aren’t being friendly to me.
But I scratch
to make it better. I scratch
to relieve my body
from such
annoying pain. Scratch, scratch
It’s still on me and as much as I
scratch and
I scratch
it won’t go away until
I scratch and when I scratch,
it feels like my skin is breathing
and breathing,
when my skin is breathing,
when my nails
stroke through the dead flakes and
take away the dirt, the pain is no
longer present and your
presence is what relieves it
but your presence
is also what triggers it.
And like a scratch,
I focus on you and only you
because you
are that sweet spot that
I crave for so I scratch
and I scratch so it can go away. Scratch,
Scratch. You are too
satisfying for me
to just stop so I scratch and
I scratch
because stopping requires me to
ignore the annoying pain
that makes me want to keep on
scratching and scratching. That
makes me want to keep on scraping
the flaky skin that is no
longer active so I scratch
and I scratch.

II.
Scratch, scratch.
Just like a DJ focuses on the
scratchety, scratch, scratches
on the turntables, everything is
focused on you so
my hands,
reach towards you,
so my thoughts
are of you,
so my hips
are for you. Instead of your hands
scratching and scratching me,
they’re gripping and grabbing me
and like a scratch, your gripping
and grabbing leaves
marks but you grip and grab me so
gently that you leave
your footprints. Footprints that are not visible
to you but footprints
that make you irresistible to me and you wander through
my body as if my bends and dents
need your gripping
And grabbing. Grabbing and
gripping my waist, you push
me closer as we dance
to the song you wish you hadn’t
because this song is not like you. No,
this song is emotional
and yet you
pull me closer, grabbing my
waist and gripping my
hands and I notice I am no longer scratching
but then, the scratchety, scratch,
scratches from the DJ stops
to scratch and just like turntables,
the tables have turned.
You are on one side and I
am on the other.

III.
Scratch, scratch.
There isn’t any
movement coming from the DJ’s turntables.
The sudden urge to scratch
and scratch came back and now
you lost your grip so
my hands
fail to reach towards you,
my thoughts
can’t be of you, and
my hips
can’t be for you so I keep scratching
and scratching
but this isn’t
healthy. This
scratching and scratching
will only make the
Invisible footprints more visible,
And more visible
is what those scars would be once I
Keep scratching
And scratching and as I continue to
scratch and scratch,
the scabs are bleeding
and bleeding
from all of that scratching
and searching I have been doing
and after scratching and
scratching that scab,
now lies a
permanent scar that I keep on scratching
and scratching because even
though new skin
will not resurface
and there isn’t any bleeding,
the annoying pain still stings just like the
microscopic bugs that
crawl through
my skin so I have to scratch and scratch
to get rid of them. To be free from them.
You’re that annoying bug that
doesn’t seem to go
away but you’re that sweet spot
that I want to keep on scratching
and scratching, the spot
that I want to keep gripping
and grabbing.

IV.
You’re like a hiccup.
As much as I try get rid of you,
I remember
and that annoying pain
comes back with so much
irritation so I scratch
and I scratch
just to be relieved
and just to be rid of
all those bugs
that aren’t
being friendly to me
and as much
as I try to sweep off the dead skin,
they’re not killing you so
I cover my skin with vaseline,
hoping that the constant scratching will
stop you. As soon as water
touches my skin, the vaseline slowly slithers away
and the harder I scratch and
I scratch,
the more this annoying
pain gets stronger
and stronger. You’re
Under my skin and that’s why
I can’t scratch you because that means
That I have to open my wounds all over again
and scratch the premature skin
and scratch the blood out
and scratch again and again and
I realize,
vaseline is too thick and delicate
to relieve such irritation but alcohol,
alcohol is not thick but it is
strong and alcohol,
alcohol is not cheap but it is
worth it so maybe
vaseline can cover such irritation
but maybe,
just maybe,
alcohol can kill that pain,
can kill those bugs,
can kill the habit of my constant scratching
and scratching.
The drip drops
from the alcohol could burn me
and hurt me but
your itch going away
and fading makes
goosebumps arise on my skin.
As much as I love that sweet
spot that I crave for,
all cravings are temporary.
I appreciate scratching my
own skin but I don’t appreciate your
Itch. Alcohol it is.