I said “please just take my flesh”
because the memory is not enough
I have written poem after poem
about closed hands and open heart
wide mouth and skin wet

crush through to the bones
(she said wind would carry)
but I’m stuck on the words
I swear it’s not about her
it’s just about the words

my palms filthy with dishonesty
and my skin holds all of it
so I keep pushing
all I want is lift

when I think about her sex
skin tightens and hands clench
crush her to the bones
when I am low to the ground
and tied to her flesh
because she won’t look or lift.

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