#poetryreaders
you don’t see me
you don’t know me
you just dream about me
- mayapoetbe
did he hit you, my therapist asks,
and I stay silent.
I don’t know how to tell her that
the grooves of his knuckles are a city skyline
and the empire state building is powerful enough-
to stand still.
no matter how much you will it to move.
no, he didn’t choose to use his palms to grab
or his fingernails to scratch blood
no, he tracked the highway with quicksand eyes
and arms outstretched like the Messiah
Won’t you always stay mine?
and the words dripped out through his teeth,
I’ll kill myself if you leave-
curbside, I caterpillar curl up
and regress into his jack in the box.
I can take the pressure, tighter and tighter,
until it explodes, and I can’t.
did he hit you, my therapist repeats,
and I say nothing.
quicksand//r.t.
