Nervous System

I wondered if perhaps you wanted this, or something adjacent to this, or maybe none of it at all. You look to me, and whisper, “Nerve of my nerves,” as if I know what that means. You had once said wounds open in anticipation - the blade doesn’t have to be touching skin - and I wondered if that was meant to be a reference to something. Were you simply saying it for the sake of saying it? If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking. I used to have all the answers, you know I used to write dreams and fold them into little envelopes and put the stack of them in the basket of my bicycle and drive through neighborhoods at 3am delivering them. Do you remember why I stopped? The wound opened in anticipation. Nerve of my nerves, vain of my veins, you wanted something yet you earned nothing.