Simple Procedure
"I needed you to tell me how much you missed me"
this thrown towards my
ears
one month
three days
and
several hours
after I cut her out, surgically
precisely
because I didn't want to
I wanted to hold her close
soak smell listen devour
I would have been at war.
My heart would have died.
She asked for what she didn't want
expecting that I would
with a superhuman heart
and weak knees
scrape myself along the ground
bleeding love held
in hands higher up
out of the dirt.
And space being a fool
I gave her what she asked for,
failing her test.
Removed her artlessly refusing the anesthetic offered late at night after drinks by faces I recognize. I removed her shaking hands cutting innocent tissue whose crime was just that of being there in the wrong place telling the right time to go fuck itself. |