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

© xtx, 2009

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