When I shred you
bone from bone
a snap and a tendon
sunflower seeds of flesh
stick to my fingers
I swear I didn’t mean it<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Martyr and yet I
wonder do I feel bad
or do I feel bad
for not feeling
so bad flesh and my
neck aches my brow
sweats the backs
of my knees<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You are dead
and I think of my knees
and my success my
future my dreams
carried like ribbon
between the scaffolds
of your skeleton<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In death life I
tell myself but
in truth life you
lost and God I thank
not that you are
there so much as
I am not<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So here
in retrospect I
thank you your bones
the marrow I
split and spit
through and please
I ask please forgive me
for not hurting more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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