I’ve got buckshot in my sternum –
a near miss.
You never were a good shot –
always kicked your ass in hooves.
Split down the middle
like two unlikely lovers
tethered by an unbreakable
umbilical cord – tightening
around my neck
like the noose
you crocheted for me
from the tendons
you sliced
with your bowie knife.
Down like Achilles
twisted up in lace thongs
like love songs
with no bridge.
You burned that down
and threw it out with the condom.
And threw it out with the condom,
You burned that down
with no bridge
like love songs
twisted up in lace thongs
down like Achilles.
With your bowie knife,
you sliced
from the tendons
you crocheted for me
like the noose
around my neck
umbilical cord – tightening
tethered by an unbreakable
like two unlikely lovers
split down the middle.
Always kicked your ass in hooves,
You never were a good shot
a near miss.
I’ve got buckshot in my sternum.