Husk
I am a thing to do. A window
broken by my own head flying
through. I was pushed or I wasn’t.
You should walk away, but you
can’t. You can’t trust me. Don’t.
Love me. Call me sweetheart
like you mean it. Slide the black
leather from the loop. I’m on
my knees because I’ve fallen
like a dead man in a grave
for you. This is my face darkening
where the glass claimed my cheek,
me smashed into it, me taking it
like a pro. This is my hair, unbrushed
and Dear-God all over. I don’t love
myself and I never will, thighs, clapping,
making room inside
another room. Unbuckle
this breath for me, would you?
I have a heart amongst other things
nobody seems to know how to pull
the beat from. Give me your hand.
I’ll fold it into a hammer. In my ribs,
send it forth. Rattle me loose. It’s been
so long. Let whatever moves, move.
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