the house of st. patience

CLITHRIDIATE

[adjective]

having the shape of a keyhole.

little dark girl with  kind eyes  when it comes time to  use the knife  I won’t flinch and  I won’t blame  you,  as I drive along the shore alone  as the palms wave,  the ugly heavy palms,  as the living does not arrive  as the dead do not leave,  I won’t blame you,  instead  I will remember the kisses  our lips raw with love  and how you gave me  everything you had  and how I  offered you what was left of  me,  and I will remember your small room  the feel of you  the light in the window  your records  your books  our morning coffee  our noons our nights  our bodies spilled together  sleeping  the tiny flowing currents  immediate and forever  your leg my leg  your arm my arm  your smile and the warmth  of you  who made me laugh  again.  little dark girl with kind eyes  you have no  knife. the knife is  mine and I won’t use it  yet.