pick a scar, any scar

we sit here and pretend. the dampness of the night stretches over us.

oh, i love you. i love you. of course. what a question.

biggest question of all, huh. but we both know

you never needed to ask it.

my body is a promise. a billboard. a bruise.

right here, in the thick of it, baby. you and me. cock the gun.

let's play chicken with our love. let's bite that goddamn bullet

until we're clumsy and drunk with it,

washing up in the bathroom again,

scraping iron out from between our teeth.

i am a dog-girl, chasing down good love

until it disappears over the horizon.

i am a fragmentary beast. around you, my mind scatters.

the yellow on the windowsil. did i water the plants on tuesday

or wednesday

or last summer?

do they hurt at my touch, as you do?