Across, across a cross from me
To bear and his bruises to wear,
I have never, never said where
I met him, that shadow, two, three
Years, maybe an eternity,
Younger than me, too young to care.
And his blood still bathes things I wear,
So I taste and smear his debris
To a tolerable degree
And on account, I am aware
That I am savage, so beware.
Jilted once seven ways and he
Made me disagree to agree.
The fox, the otter, the whore/bear:
My only value was my hair.
He used to always yearn for three.
I demand now a guarantee.
I can’t stand to make one more prayer.
Please, Universe, would you soon tear
This appendage–my burden–free?
Now I need an admission fee;
This life-story of mine does blare.
And this life of mine draws your stare,
So devour this atrocity.
I need an exit, bring the key.
I can see an exit right there.
I see J– in his new pair,
Walking closer, so now I’ll flee.
Please, remove March sixteenth from me
And November two-eight lay bare.
Also, July twelfth, to repair
My broken heart and head, you see.
Remove all of the dates that we
Once were so damned dead-prone to share.
Take the encounters and declare
That I am now healthy to be.
Take the concussion and feigned glee,
Take the wounds and constant despair,
Take the stories and walks on air,
Take, take the infidelity.