He
doesn’t want
my good heart in my good body
he wants my mouth
on a plate
metal fork clicking against his tongue
my lipstick staining his gums
He wants to touch me
where it hurts and only
where it hurts
He wants to take me home
He wants to carve me up
into something metallic
something sharp
wants to carve me up until I’m
small enough to swallow gasoline
and talk to God
Every night he sharpens his steel on
the hipbone he made from me
Kisses the mouth he took
the one that says his name right
and doesn’t bite
Sometimes he calls me baby and I
swallow my own tongue
Sometimes he hands me the knife
just to watch me give it back.
my good heart in my good body
he wants my mouth
on a plate
metal fork clicking against his tongue
my lipstick staining his gums
He wants to touch me
where it hurts and only
where it hurts
He wants to take me home
He wants to carve me up
into something metallic
something sharp
wants to carve me up until I’m
small enough to swallow gasoline
and talk to God
Every night he sharpens his steel on
the hipbone he made from me
Kisses the mouth he took
the one that says his name right
and doesn’t bite
Sometimes he calls me baby and I
swallow my own tongue
Sometimes he hands me the knife
just to watch me give it back.
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