My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.
when I disappoint you:
1. slit my throat
2. play in my blood
3. cover me in dirty sheets, run laughing out of the house
4. stop off at edgebrook creek to wash your crimson hands
Colourmusic : You for Leaving Me
Won’t we be quite the pair? — you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.
Spend eight hours
watching your hand move.
Let your eyes look to the right
only every so often.
Take a shower and feel the
water wash away the dark things.
Scrub harder. Don’t cut.
The new you doesn’t do that.
Don’t think of him at home,
at the store, on the computer.
Try not to sleep, the fog of his
memory will only consume you.
Don’t imagine these people
without you. The yelling finally
ending, the normal childhood,
the rise to success.
For some reason my leaving
would bring a shadow. Forever
locked in an association.
My name uttered with a sigh.
Only one would remember when
I opened like a book, when everyone
read from my pages. When I painted
her ceiling. When I danced to Michael Jackson.
I slept all day and woke up with hand tremors.