Don't ask me that again
You're eager with death and muscle, choosing to place
your damage up against mine, our arms thrust together,
the burns bright and pink, stab wounds healing but not closed,
never filled--we've stepped on the same nails, chewed the same gravel,
bitten off the tips of our tongues, mine yours,
yours mine, we've loved the same woman, and now,
now she lives in your attic I'm told, rocking with one baby or another,
the ghosts of our uncollected promises drift on the ash-strewn wind
and swim in our bathtubs
Your tears aren't as wet as mine, you can't compare--sniff this air
and tell me you still want to share and shoulder another's load,