I should have known not to
make homes out of boys, because
unraveling like the binding of a bible
in a bathroom stall as unfamiliar
as he’s become isn’t romance.
I’ve bit my tongue so long
I’ll never taste anything
but rusty quarters again.
No toothpicks could pry
his name from between
my teeth.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I should have known not to
make homes out of boys, because
unraveling like the binding of a bible
in a bathroom stall as unfamiliar
as he’s become isn’t romance.
I’ve bit my tongue so long
I’ll never taste anything
but rusty quarters again.
No toothpicks could pry
his name from between
my teeth.