Darling cut me – wide and open
I want your fingernails to touch my bones
Strum a chord with my veins,
Kiss the black and wrinkled organs.
Know me,
Like Christ, my mother
and the Creditors
Do
Learn that
The yellow of teeth and eyes
Are the color of the stars I’d
Sling down for you
I do not sleep
Writing a thousand poems
You will not see
About the way your hair looks
In this dirty light
And how cars honking
remind me of when I first held your hand
we were crossing the light
and you squeezed my fingers
so that one was spilling into the other
and I thought
how nice
if only things
were that simple
for us two.
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