10.12.16
her cancer spread to my heart
his head
their skin
there was nothing in her bones less brittle
than our stability.
we clawed our way through honeymoon bee stings
ate crow for breakfast and
took palms to our fists at night
do you recognize fear?
when the beast becomes the fawn
we’re bloodied in our own guilt
there’s no washing this off.
our desires disease compassion
my knees are tired of bending.
this is the birth of snake skin