i like hugs that feel like i'm being crushed between the arms
i like the pressure of someone lying on top of me
i like to sleep shoved up between the wall and the blanket
i like to hear negative criticism
i like being yelled at while remaining unfazed
i like dodging between people and parasols on my bike
i like stopping traffic with my hand
i like to thump books onto my desk
i like to type as if my life depended on it
i like to dangle my limbs over the edge of the bunk bed
i like the barber to scratch hard when washing my hair
i like turning the steering wheel
these are just some of the physical analogies for why
i like writing poems