vetting

my ex-husband lives in alabama on an air force base sweeping closets the guns kept out of his sight his eyes glazed singing rainy day women writing me terza rimas that he sends the first of every month with a rent check and an xo xo

cash

on a couch covered in deer skin. eating grilled cheese. the announcement that johnny cash was dead. we held hands. and wept.

i am unfolding.... an origami whore the creases run deep in all the tight little places i keep secret i dont want him or you to know where i bend where i could potentially, break trust no one and take shelter carefully dont get followed home dont kiss goodbye dont spend the night he will only be looking for the lines stealing glances for weak spots figuring out ways to make me into something someone else....i am not smother me until he gets bored and then put me on a shelf to collect dust and resentment stay in stay on keep focused on point touch my own chakras feed my own soul get off on the intimate details only i know about me understand that as i peel away the pieces reveal the secrets, and the insecurities take myself apart i will still BECOME