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cramped 

or 

the other woman's dread #1

the jars on your floor are

nineteen days full of rain

I keep trying to get off your couch 

but the fever in my calves

keeps me from standing 

then a man king comes

home again for an hour

I am locked in your hallway

cut out of my rough nest old

smelling like kool-aid 

and tobacco. he sits in my

spot and you hate him for

it because you miss me.

there is someone walking by

your front door and I can see

them from where I'm kept

in the hall. if they ask me

to come outside I'll go

the wet air will fix my legs 

and I'll remember what it 

was like before I knew you.

fur

or

the dread of drunk examining

sitting on the edge of the bathtub

I look down at the pale skin 

crinkled at the edges and think

of a twelve year old. 

wet fingers grasp my forearm

but my bra is still on so I put 

my toes in. 

when my hands run down wet

bodies they should hit 

something there should be 

friction wet soft nails should 

find more than bones and skin

so I keep going.

I lose a finger on sharp breasts

but still nothing. my whole left

hand is gone after the tail, almost

concave in its sterility. 

finally I see floating

in mucky water rooted 

in a big toe

three black lines.

I rub them with my thumb

I rub them and it gives me 

pleasure 

but it gives her

none.