Anger gets to me
I rise and head for the guest room
still can't stop clenching
It's starting to come to me
head tilted back on the edge of the bed
everyone said it catches up to you eventually
I was running very fast and very far
I got so tired
Back halved
Body shiv-shiv-shivering
Hanna warm on foot
He was mad about the bacon
We saw things from a different angle
Oh it was so bad
I didn't know how to begin to tell you
Maybe you're an island I escape to
Broad shoulders now
He's really trying to love you
Is any of it enough
Maybe I got what I wanted at the time, even if it wasn't good for me
Knees spread wide on the edge of the bed
Maybe now I am getting what I want
Is it the presence or the past
Looking at the swirling black light
That part of me is real, a hurt dog squealing in the back of the cage
That part of me is real, snarling
That part of me is real, crying as fingers draw lightly across my back
Family is not a safe word
For so long I had a story about my life that didn't involve the drinking, head bashed against walls, shirts ripped, head twisted, back slammed into stones
I carried cavernous suitcases alone
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
Like making people laugh
KB intimates humor is a defense mechanism
Queens street with the obnoxious security cams
Palm slammed to blue hood
Heavy metal in the park
I once bought my produce at a bodega
Okay okay you can do this
All people are change
You go or you grip
I am here with you now
brave girl
land the plane
