Poetry collection

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Abuse

Worlds were being created

And I stood in silence absolute

Watching as you spun

The atmosphere with the

Bloodied knuckles of

your fists

My home lost all gravity

The words “I love you”

floating, disconnected

Like particles no longer

Bound to any creation

I recognized

You shook — and the floor

trembled like my

knock-kneed heart

My children’s smiles

cracking, sliding from their faces

I tried to catch them

while you raged

— — — — — — — -

Nobody

I’m about to tell a story

I would give it a name

But I’m afraid that will ruin it

Names are clingy things

I want my story to be movement

and rhyme

and sex

and rhythm

A full-bodied rhumba