Here, this is what I will do
my boyfriend said

the next time there are not a hundred cow pastures
enough grass to fill a continent
as big as oceans between you and I

I can **** his venom from your blood
the places he touched
become craters I landed on with my tongue
molars, a traveling force, fire beads under a rocket

names matter
fortunately I have never heard his

fortunately you have never heard his
because your body is yours, his word is not written
on post it notes flaring up your trachea

and neither is mine
but if it helps I can glue our sides together
bee stingers, a stem or thorn connected to a rose
for you to pull off whenever I hurt you

you can pretend like I died
how I erased that man from your skin tonight.