For B,
Oh God,
why do you make 
eyes so delicate
and pain so real?
Oh, the weight 
when you cracked me open 
with your jaw
because there was a time
when I asked to die
and you skinned me alive
you ironed my 
hands flat and my touch was gone,
I asked that dry men would be gone
and you fished them out.
You pulled me up from below
and showed me how to shout
and blow air from my 
lungs fluttering
like small broken wings
under somebody's thumb.
And day
how you go,
you make a fool out of me
I know how to waste
hours
and fall for
a night with no moon
what could I 
say to you?
You bottled me up blue
and shattered me
glass on concrete
Oh thunder,
take me, shape me 
make me something new.
And I laugh at 
my face before 
and my hands that reached into 
honeycombs
until wasps stung my throat
Oh love, 
take your time
I have missed you
electricity running
kind hands holding my own
finally 
I have forgotten your 
song 
and that hum of disaster
and that season of smoke
oh devil, we're through.
 
 
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