Because I’ve forgotten the geography of a woman’s shoulder, how hard
and brittle in places, how supple and stemlike in others.
Because my desire alone isn’t enough for both of us.
Because if I showed her the stars at night, she might see them as
nothing but light cracking through a frail wall, and I’d have no words to
The day I decided to get rid of you
I peeled back my skin
prepared to pluck you
out like a splinter
but you had long since
entered my bloodstream
and with every heartbeat
you were just out of reach.
I fear the day
you reach my brain.
One more thought of you
might do me in.