don't fit under beds
so she said take me to the river.i am curve-curbed,so she said take me to the river. by trembling-knees
stretched thin bones
all glistening faults and
Six lessons on love.One. Sometimes love will move so slowlySix lessons on love. by trembling-knees
you will stop waiting for its arrival. You will become an
open bar and you will be drained and drained until one
day you open the door to let last night out and love has
left a calling card on the doormat.
Be patient. Let love come to you piece by piece
until you are full to the brim with it.
Two. Some days it will feel
like love has come for you with a wildfire
at its heels. Let it come; you were
meant to burn brighter than any sun or
star we care to name.
Three. Growing back after burning down
is a sign to leave old loves behind. Let them
go kindly. Wrap them up in tissue paper and
ribbon and give them a kiss goodbye. Be gentle but
Do not use maybe. Do not look back.
Four. Love can hurt and you will let it
because you are in love. It will spit venom and
throw fists until you stand up and throw
Be strong, letting love go is not
Five. Love will sometimes be too much.
It will let y
The art of self-destruction.I have spentThe art of self-destruction. by trembling-knees
my whole life perfecting
how to separate my
insides from the
outsides without a
scar to show.
My arms have been
weapons instead of shields
and I have built no other
walls to defend me.
I grew up in
this house of flesh
and instead of tending
to its needs I have
been letting people
set it on fire instead
of loving me.
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so when she had her tenth
that week, and woke up
sweat-drenched and howling
like a dying creature, you cursed down thoughts
of thirty-day notices,
and you packed up
and you left the front door wide open
and you started driving.
a state and a half
later, the sun rose,
and she was loose and soft in the backseat
and you could rest easy, making
tiny movements of the steering wheel
to compensate for that little
behind your ribs,
anchoring you north.
the first time you stopped for gas,
you had this impractical fantasy of
ditching the little blue Ford
but you looked at her
and you smiled,
and there would be time enough for that
are such feeble constructs.
one night she leaned close into your side,
her hand tracing patterns across the ridges
of your shoulder blades,
and she whispered,
"let’s go home,"
but she held the wheel still when you tried to
when the oc