heard the cry
of a fallen
broken
bird.
But Right Then
all I could think of, in
that speeded, heated moment,
was my own pain, stabbing
through the pleasure.
I asked Adam to hold me,
kiss me longer, harder.
Oh, God. I love you.
Begged him to help me
remember the taste of love.
How will I live without you?
Pleaded with him not to live
without me. Write. Call.
I will. I promise.
And I promised I would
come back to him.
I want to give you something.
I can’t believe I let him,
me, la gallina extrema.
So you’ll never forget me.
(The extreme chicken.)
Closed my eyes.
I’ll always be a part of you.
Gritted my teeth, locked
into the love of the needle.
Right there, on your thigh.