Before you reconsider:
Remember how it feels when he comes home when the sun is up
How it feels when hours go by and he says nothing to you
When he tells you he’ll try so hard to be better and then takes you to buy cigarettes
How the smell of liquor on his breath brings you dread

Clovers
Bike tires
Gravel

Paint
Rocks
Good cooking

Fleeing
Eyes closed
chased by a philosophy
Rather than a lion
I think I’d prefer the lion

Like ash in my mouth
Like battery acid in my veins
Skidding along the ground
Metal on metal
The burnout

I hold the knife,
I always hold the knife
Ready to cut

Two people,
Two energies
Two different paths
Two different points of connection

So much anger. So. Much. Anger. It burns. It boils over and spills all over everything. It breaks like a whiskey bottle. Glass flying everywhere. It lives in my brain and it eats there. It eats at my heart until it bleeds.