But not sick drunk.
Too many years of liver damage
Have colored the greeting card
Of memory.
In your head
You're a dwarf
Physically stunted and against God.
With no one loving the brain.
Women know-
Love lives in words,
And not in bones.
How the days are stretched so-
Like dough pulled to the point
Of breaking
So thin.
How the memory of you
Is too much water
Diluting the stores
To a thin, meaningless film.
All I have of you
Is that sliver in black and grey
Writing across my skin-
A scar that goes deeper than is visible.
Dearest, how can you bare
My tattoo?
I am worn out.
Against your stone walls
I am lost
Amongst the crevasses.
I am stupid
As and ox
Pulling the well water up.
A round mill in
Circle
Worn familiar
Each step,
Yet new as the day-
The sun rises.
Everyday,
The sun rises.