you need this more than me
Flagpole, wrestled into Martian dirt Waves our closed-door country, built from clay-mounds of Hurt Your hand at the door, before gentle chorus, we weep- As is our custom, cousin, I lay my sword at your feet. Grazing each other’s wounds and licking them clean Picking ticks from your hair Scraping skin off my teeth. Homing pigeon, tremble in my palm I’ll pry open your ribs to breathe. Then I’m familial, pliable, filial- But you cared, so you can keep. And it’s strange, passing strange Both strangers in a strange country- Substitute the milk for eggs Finding what you need in me But beyond are the rogues, callous-handed thieves Lingering gazes and eyes that don’t see And from my tear-stained turret A vision of worse places to be When you stole away to foreign shores flattery, sweet-faced novelty Gluttoned on attention and laughter You spilled your guts about me Now you darken my door with guilty glance- taking your chance You bastard, yo...