TRIANGLE OF REFERENCE
Is it better to swerve around
roadkill or to run
If I asked you, you would
know. You would draw a triangle
between my legs. Sometimes I gag
on my own breath. Sweetheart,
do we see the same color red?
I had a new lover once. The first time
I called him honey, it felt like
killing you. The new lover told me a story, once
he was a little boy and found
with his brothers a cat with broken back legs
in a bed of dirt. They took a hunting bow
and tried to shoot it in the head but it kept living.
It was nice to learn you still don't believe
Do you think that cat was God or me? I see it there,
as they hit it over and over with a stick, bleeding
honey. The kind that is tinted with the flavor
raspberry or apple, some copper color seeping
Does blood ever go back in a wound?
Do you think about that triangle?
You said we see everything different
but what about our mouths?
The blood lining my leg
I thought you had seen. Do you see me
held against a bed? Or there in the room after?
The last time we didn't use a bed, but I think you would
remember the blood. The last time I called you honey
was it sweet or did it taste like a penny?