She doesn’t like the way my skin
smells.
Says the vacuum tubes make me smell like ozone. And I tell her she is too delicate.
She’s liable to split
open and fracture. There in the bed
with the pillows and blankets, it’s dark when I turned to feel for her.
Her hair
is in my face like spiderwebs.
When I touch her
elbow, it just slides away.
So I reach my arm around and I find another
elbow. But it’s facing the wrong way.
Bending opposite
of the other.
Her knee
falls across mine.
It feels like a strike
from a meat tenderizer.
Makes me gasp from the pain up my leg. But I can feel that it is her knee from the size
and the weight.
Her small cut teeth and her fragrant hair on the back of my
neck pinches so hard it
draws blood. I cannot reach the lamp on the end
table.
Her hand on my chest,
pushes me away, backward
into the knees and elbows and bites.
Her fingernails
on my shoulders scratch me, digging in to draw deep red furrows.
I can feel her eyelashes on my cheek, blinking against my face like the first time. FDM
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