2010
02.01
02.01
A grudge clutch
and your face against mine.
I feel it hating.
It burns my teeth
and then there is
destruction
Tomorrow,
when you acknowledge my body parts
picking them up
placing
arranging
moving
the syrupy smears made by
my wet mess
from your hands
to your jeans
disgusting
you’ll say,
baby, which way do these go
and
you bleed so fucking much
Pull me up by my neck
I stand on my elbows
looking at you with my bellybutton
listening to your sorry’s
with my scalp
you leave me like nothing’s wrong
like I am back together again
no mention of a foot
where my head used to be