she’s on her knees
fallen
mauve wound
contemplative
resurrect him
*
you’ll follow her home
yellowish spine
cracked
worked
smiled all day without a reason
do I need one
*
bring him back to me
and where would he go
grey fingers mark her skin
her throat is glue
her hair a knot
I’ll keep him here
*
tailor seat
rely on me
walks with her legs
how they hid his
from her
upper body goodbye
compartmentalise