he used to tell me as i removed his armor
honey pie, you over pack everything
your suitcase
your bowl
your bed
as i swallowed him knowing
he was a means of suicide
but he was 2/3rds right
Tag: Hate
you know what’s funny is
even as you were burying
your pen knife in my back
the good woman inside me
the part given to me by my grandmother
was trying to save you from his bloody sword
you can never say you weren’t told
and i am thankful to be reminded
how beautifully brutal life is
when we become our own agents
of instant karma
there is nothing left of your face
i guess some women just can’t get enough
of self-mutilation
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14 lines, jack
i knew it was over
when
my back began to straighten
each time
i felt his touch
my heels began walking toward the rack
with cast iron frying pans
every time he said the word
quatorzain
and the man forced out so many safely spaced little sonnets
every sentence done to death
he always found a fucking reason
to say the word
quatorzain