little dark girl with kind eyes 

when it comes time to 

use the knife 

I won’t flinch and 

I won’t blame 

you, 

as I drive along the shore alone 

as the palms wave, 

the ugly heavy palms, 

as the living does not arrive 

as the dead do not leave, 

I won’t blame you, 

instead 

I will remember the kisses 

our lips raw with love 

and how you gave me 

everything you had 

and how I 

offered you what was left of 

me, 

and I will remember your small room 

the feel of you 

the light in the window 

your records 

your books 

our morning coffee 

our noons our nights 

our bodies spilled together 

sleeping 

the tiny flowing currents 

immediate and forever 

your leg my leg 

your arm my arm 

your smile and the warmth 

of you 

who made me laugh 

again. 

little dark girl with kind eyes 

you have no 

knife. the knife is 

mine and I won’t use it 

yet.

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