as if to prove i’m real
your words break glass against my skin
while drugs set in–
(they were supposed to stop the allergy
the sting of changing weather
in the back of my throat,
and maybe they did)
the sting is replaced
with a sensation behind my eyes
[& in my veins]
i want to cut away the skin on thighs
hold my sinewy flesh out to you
saying, screaming:
‘i did this to me!
i did this for you!’ and you
you would say nothing
just give me that hollow look in your eyes
that reminds me you’re so far away
i must’ve never been close to you
but i know you better than this