i coughed up
the small white fish bone
that's been in my throat forever.
i couldn't swallow past once more.
Brushing my teeth
through the mist
it was pushing
at the sides of my throat.
It had to come out.
At breakfast
it was stabbing,
gagging,
making eating a chore.
i can't stand starvation.
And then there were all the days
when it wouldn't let me dress,
and all the nights
when its pricking made me cry.
And you took it from me,
my little white lie...
never mind the tears,
never mind the blood,
never mind, because you love me...
Because i am a good girl,
a fish bone is just a small thing,
and you knew i was choking all along.
It seems strange, but it feels like it's still there...