all of my boundaries are negotiable

i tell him how i obsess
over sex, death, and endings and 
becoming free of nostalgia and
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
and remind myself of that story
he used to tell me when i was still a boy