See, she hissed when he broke
his nose. Feel the tongue’s lie?
When the iron singed an arm,
she nodded. God punishes.
At the ocean, we don’t think
about the absence of ocean,
the deep hole of darkness
swallowing us over and over.
Here’s the broken toe from sneaking
out the window, the severed tendon,
the chipped tooth, debts picking up
interest. For every lost promise,
every tingle and rush, every night
of slipping further out, of looking
back, waiting for the ghost to pass
through the wall, the wheel turns.
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