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
