remember in my story how you wept on the monument your tears staining the feet of soldiers row men who killed amply and without judgment your eyes do that now rip throats out from beneath my fairy tales your hands are deeper than they used to be i think youβve burnt a real levy this time the shores agree and mock my tone creeping like your hair brushed along my back im soothed by the patience of eyes tying me to a fever that begins below the skin have me for dinner and donβt look at me once just mouth words like pacifier and forget-me-not wishes like be the one please i beg for scraps from the table bits of meats ripped with your teeth glistening with your spit the devouring of my mind