Become again my Rose of No Man's Land

You no longer give me medicine, but I still have the tattoo.

 

I would sing the body electric if I thought I could stand it.

I have two of everything, which is too much for you to handle.

I'll easily lose two trying not to lose anything.

You have new souls to hear.

 

I find solace in the children of other women

They treat me like a sister and for a second

I relapse into the charms of new-age suburbia

Brightly colored kitchenware and Lily and Emily

My daughters in their striped red and white dresses.

 

Congratulations.

You have what you want and I had what I wanted

But we don't look happy and we're questioned

And through questioning we lose those same things.

If you were a broken fairytale I couldn't handle that.

I'm more she than you.

And you're more her than she.

 

Press the reset button because

I'm afraid of what hides behind every word that bites me too hard.

He read aloud my few lines of poetry

Stylized like Whitman.

He read how you morphed in front of me

How words ran over me like soft, heavy stones.

He said it sounded like I was in love.

I said I wasn't.

 

No matter how soft, stones are too heavy for my body.

Better throw them at the heads of those who deserve it

So I can revel in the pain and gore that follows.

But I accidentally stone myself.