I bled out on your front lawn.
I foamed at the mouth, screaming "Do what you want to me!”
I thought you’d see how loyal I am.
I wrote your name a hundred times on my mirror.
Someone told me that might work.
I sent you a picture of me bare as I was born.
I hoped you'd say I was beautiful.
I spent a month's rent on the payphone to call you.
I guess you were just busy.
I lashed myself on the back for three hours when you got upset.
I know you hate it when I’m bad.
I waited outside your house all night until the sun rose.
She could never protect you like I do.
I saw you two together and I imagined every bad thing
that could happen.
A falling anvil or a giant piano.
Maybe a rabid woman running on all fours.
I lured her into an alley and did what I had to for love.
No one else would go this far for you.
I wore her face on mine and crawled into bed next to you.
I nuzzled my wet face into your neck and sniffed your soft hair.
I love you forever,
and I'm not going back to the pound.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A couple years ago, I fell asleep with my hand through the gap in my bedframe and woke up to the feeling of a soft, wrinkly hand grasp mine and pull my arm downwards. It felt exactly like my grandmother's. She had passed away years before.