I am trying to see
the third side to the story
all I can think
when she would
fist me
she would get
half an arm’s length
deep
I couldn’t get enough
Kawasaki grease and all
so you can see
why I might be distracted
from the fact that we
are not
everything ersatz
two weeks gone
I find us on edge
of her couch
fleecing smile
about face of
my silenced heart
sit rusting
barely fit speech
when she says she wants
not always
but in this moment
I wait
glean some sweat
grab her by the hair and give in
after
I have worn her
I am all haze
night-morning sleepless
I want to break
open
her skin
feel each muscle
underneath
what it was formed for
