My Turn, I Turn


Look ma, no hands
Look ma,
i forgot 
i'm bleeding

forget-me-nots
and i'll stay still
we're in the dark
you cannot see

Babydoll, 
just a sweet
slut
baby doll

a name to take me by
a name to shape me by

did i hear him right?

oh these angry everafters
these mornings,
turning over 
to see again i made him

this i did not ask for
nor the last,
or last time
silence seeping in

my greens are grays
my mess is set
set behind us
sitting staring

Am i the only one
who looks behind?
at every corner,
at every step?