The way your tone carried your story into the room
She asked me about you at the color bar
It may have been about the time spent in Colorado and the way it left you without the horses, the pigs, the ranch
And every organ in you
Empty and angry
He tried to kill you, you say
And point at the hair on your head, explaining how now we will have to cut it short because it falls out every two years
Because of the poison he wasted on you
While you breathe
I think it is only the river that makes you happy
The base of your boat is the man in your life
He carries you
The river,
Just the two of you intertwined as lovers
He grabs at your finger tips when you put them deep in his skin
He died, you say
In your basement after giving you a ring
I had To remind you about him
that a real man does exist
After you say the man you are with has made you hate men
And I always ask you why your still there
Hating him
In your home
You like that he talks back,
That's everything
your walls don't respond with a voice and you say that yes you two will kayak together this summer
In the river
Where your voices carry across the water
As if there is more
But it is
The voice that comes from your bones
The bones without water
The bones without breathing
The bones without blood
I want to see you live
But don't know how to tell you
My boss noticed too
That you need more
That it will be at the right time.
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