when you say my name
my heart squeaks
and
skips a beat.
and when you say
we
I free my
fingers of rings.
When I say
we
you squirm
wormy fingers.
you hide from my hands
and maneuver from my mouth
my ego
is bruised
and I am another
one
of your
stupids.
I never should
have moved
into you.
boozed
into you.
perfumed
for you.
sped
in icy
December
in cahoots
with
you.
and I
am
blackbruised
for you.
and I am now
who
without you.
