can you make a pyramid with your hands, can you make the fingers fit together like a puzzle he said, brushing hair out of his face like a porch in june.

no, i said, fingers skimming along the waist of my jeans. no, i haven’t got the words in me, darling, i don’t have space for anything more or i’ll burst, and then all you’ll see will be wispy little drifting bits of flotsam on the air and tongues of poets. i’ll burst, i’ll burst, i will do it.

don’t you, don’t you, don’t you dare, i need this he says. i will kill you. i will take a scalpel that i will buy at the store and i will slice open some part of your skin that doesn’t fight. i will pry up your kneecap and leak tears into your bloodstream, don’t you dare.

all he ever said was don’t, and now i am too deep into this thing to wade out without tearing off my fingernails and ending up ensconced in gloves full of vaseline to hide my shame and the stubby reminders of love gone wrong, only my ears are too small to take all of his words, only i am waiting for a horse but searching for a donkey, only my library card expired and now i am alone.





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Listening to: Hallelujah- Jeff Buckley