String jewelry and cheap whiskey,
glass of old sorrow from a younger year
oh broken bauble of everything holy
and held too long in his hands,
that dry and violent kiss
oh give me nothing, anything but this.
What was once beloved’s unsheathed
by his drunken heartbeat,
and now he leaves me a totem
of blood and spit
rootless, his tooth on the nightstand
there it sits.
Before I could wipe the sleep from my eyes
he crushed all my speech with his hand on my thigh,
fashioned a lie from a poem I wrote,
stuffed in my mouth as he gnawed at my throat.
He left in the morning, he froze me with pith,
he gave me a question, he broke me a myth
and now I will carry that burden of weight
the things that he brought me all those hours late.
Men are kind in the light of the day
but a woman sees his true face,
now I tread in the swell of his wake
but I know he’ll drown when that wave breaks
now I tread in the swell of his wake
but I know he’ll drown when that wave breaks.