my spine is clean white
bone, like solid milk-
nourishment i know
you need. my spine
is a hollowed out tunnel
under flesh, a secret
passageway. i'd let you in
if you meant what you
said, but the words fell
like rocks from your
mouth- hard and ugly
(there are mountains in
my mind and you are
on the other side; i
keep climbing).
sometimes, i lie down
next to you and your
stomach growls at me
like a dog. i think maybe
you are hungry for me.