to a woodworker
by Z.D. JONES
Starting up in the dark again with your hand like a hand on the swell of my chest.
I let the animal of you go on.
Come touch me again, as only a friend can.
Make me small. Fit me into a crevice of your life
where the hands of others are too large to reach.
Slower.
Slow.
Z.D. Jones is a writer and poet studying at the University of Chicago. They are originally from Des Plaines, Illinois. Their work has appeared in Cult. Magazine and is forthcoming in Michigan City Review of Books.