swallow.

over the sink
i eat strawberries
thinking
about your
sensitivity

i loll seeds
over my tongue
swallowing them down with vodka
to some distant recess
of my belly

wishing
you would tell me
to drink warm milk
again
like you used to.

black eyes.

viciously
he tore out chapters
eight through thirteen
[and a few other pages]
from the story of my life.

he used them
for kindling, then
stomped out the fire
to leave only blackened ash
beneath my eyes.

geography.

sucked down
into a deep
black

hole

again.