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my stretch marks show I've grown,
but my mind
also indicates,
that I've been through a shift.
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
I have so much depth to me,
I’m sorry if I made you drown
Why are you hiding
Your hand in your pocket
When mine is here
Ready to encase yours.
I’m safer than a pouch,
So why don’t you just
Let your hand out.
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