“i’m sorry your tongue started bleeding
when i told you my name, given my hands
tell the same story and my back has the
same stains as a girl whose essence you once
stapled to your ceiling so if there
was an earthquake, she would be above you”
i’m sorry your tongue started bleeding
when i told you my name, given my hands
tell the same story and my back has the
same stains as a girl whose essence you once
stapled to your ceiling so if there
was an earthquake, she would be above you
i’m sorry your knuckles started bleeding
when i showed you my teeth, given my waist
carries the same secrets and my eyelids itch
during the same times of day as a girl
whose shadow is folded into a square
and placed in a drawer on top of
a folder titled “my month with picasso”
i’m sorry your ribs started bleeding
when i looked at your words, given my collarbones
have the same unwashed bowls and my achilles
heels have the same arrow wounds as a girl
whose dreams rest next to your shampoo in
the bath-tub
and i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry your bloody
because i walked over and counted your freckles
the same way a girl who wallpapers your insides did
i promise you i’m sorry your eyelashes are bleeding
because i swam every ocean in the same way
a girl who always wore goggles did – lastly, i’m sorry your fingernails
are bleeding because you tried to fall in love with the same
girl whose heart you forgot is glued to your heart and she
i mean i – keeps stabbing you slowly