remember when we were perfect people?
you took my hand
and pulled out all my veins;
you made the blood look pretty
on the ground.
remember when I saved you anyway?
you kissed me many times,
when I was sitting at the gray table,
when my feet were knocking heads
with the lonely asian boys.
i was undesirable: i looked pretty
between your hands, between the small parts
of your soul.
you were too busy for sex: you were coughing
and begging for life.