The Itch

Yadira Arroyo

i got an itch
on my lower back
on my neck

come scratch it
like i have no soul
fuck it

my nipples tingle
and my eyes narrow,
lock on to a moving target

i am blind and forget
that i am me -
i glide to your throat

with unstoppable
momentum -
i slide to your feet

pushed to feather ice
melting at the mercy of
the steaming flesh

soaring through
accelerated air
i land

so you can
rather easily
bend over

and scratch.