She showed me the hole in her thigh where she’d gouged out some of her flesh to feed her dying father. I made a fist inside the hole. Her blood filmed over it, sheltering it like a seed, hilting it beside her hip. She slept on a junior twin mattress in a hallway where the only source of light were the silver fillings of her teeth, her thighbone exposed.
Have you ever exercised an injury intentionally or on purpose?
I took his mouth / in mine / what I call mouth / what I begged / take / what I said / consume /
my hands / crowbars / crowding / his system / an intruder / i begged / pry / and deemed mine /
and dead weight / and threadbare / and wild goose chase / and what a goner / I was
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