in escape
my past follows me
like a baby elephant
on a leash
so when i go to the butcher
he points it out
and it fascinates him
he loves me
for i am,
in plain sight,
the pieces of
his humanity
which are unattainable
at night,
she sleeps on my chest
testing the strenghts
of my ribs
or she stirs and i do too
waiting for sleep
to crush us both.