All of My Boundaries Are Negotiable

I tell him how I obsess
over sex, death, and endings,
and becoming free of nostalgia,
how there is no safe territory.
I can see that
I’ve been confusing empathy
with the absence of boundaries,

and if I tell anyone how I feel,
there might be a birth.

See,
all of my boundaries are negotiable.

I think I’d like to tie myself up
and hold myself accountable.