half of me aches—
the infernal calf
in me wails
with jealousy
for cattle-prod
for bones thrown
on the fire
you must know
how this tanks
my semblance
of good form
sometime you must
choose
but i won’t
flaunt these bruises
you left on my jaw
bone before
leaving me to my
own— vices
jump to comfort—
half of me
winces but
does not recoil
for chance
of weathering
your overcast
season
not sure
what i’m worth
or if we’ll last
to see the earth
implode
this impasse
has rendered
my compass
cantankerous
it spins round an round
unable to locate
the direction of us
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