Sunday, November 15, 2009

this is when i leave you

no heart to squeeze
between thighs

just a hole in the wall
next to the bathtub

dark enough
to be afraid of

I go to someone else
to get kissed

as the cats paw at the door
to our apartment

I cry between
spin cycles

water thrashes like thistles
around my waist

apples grow
soft in the night

my body is a nest full of
little open mouths

I do not want
you to feed them