when you tried to trample me underfoot you only managed to scratch my eyes & the scabs grew over them like giant knives pointing outwards until i could not stand next to anyone i could not face anyone or i would stab them deeply with my own wounds with my own healing it would not hurry itself along one must be still & wait & the scabs will leave on their own accord they do every time havent we learned this yet havent we learned ? oh sweet love what has become of you ?

i used to be something
then you drew lines across me
& i separated into sections
i tied myself together with string
but i could walk no longer
only drag my body over the pavement
or let myself be carried