people like me

by amy sharp


We’re all curious about what might hurt us.

—Federico García Lorca

 

stick your hands up
I have a gun
or a heart so broad and slick
that it demands attention
this is a robbery
I want everything you have
in my hands
all of your words
the darkest thoughts
you keep like candy
your grace
your grin
a bit of flesh
the dance you do when no one is looking
all of your bad habits
give them to me
I won't hurt you 
very much
I promise
I'll keep you safe
from people like me