Callous

Tongue-tied,
he called me callous
said it was his favorite thing about me

I flinched anyway
I do that when people walk beside me

I’m shying away
I’m begging.
I’m a bit twisted

He bit my back
and called it lovemaking.

It was a short walk
every time
You couldn’t stay
even if you wanted to

Now I carry
hands full of old songs
Our bodies became mounted callous
two heads, three hearts,
drunk and lethal

I’ll bury the paths to my heart in brick
Spear her into the earth
Play pretend with your skin

Bleed raindrops
and lotus flowers
We marinated in muddled portals
A black hole became what we are
What a perspective.