I Dont Remember... by Ash L Bennett & Hello Poetry. The Indomitable Rage of a Belgian Mad Scientist | Gabriel Gadfly :: Poetry. Location, Location, Location | Gabriel Gadfly :: Poetry. I Like Your Flaws. I like how you mispronounce words sometimes, how you fumble and stammer and stutter looking for the right ones to say and the right ways to say them. I appreciate that you find language challenging, because it is, because everything manmade is challenging. Including man, including you. When you sleep on your side, I like to map the constellations between your beauty marks freckles pimples, the minuscule mountains that sprinkle your back.
I like the tufts of hair you forgot to shave and the way you smell when you haven’t showered in a while; I like the sleep left in your eyes. I like the way your skin dies in the middle of the night, how you die from embarrassment the next morning; how you writhe in the snake casing you’ve left behind. I like that you think pillow snowflakes carry more weight than pillow talk; that you think my opinion of you is so fickle that it could change overnight. I enjoy seeing you insecure, vulnerable.