One Woman

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Telepathic wires flicker; the sciatic nerves of a fantastic two-headed monster.
He shrinks before us, they all do.
Shake for us.
He’s all teeth and no lips.

Fingers encircle us like a ring, quivering back and forth like electric disciplinarians.
He attempts to name us, they all do.
Shame on us.
He’s now fingerless.

Our premonition descends upon us and we drink, pouring shadows down our throats.
He wants to fuck her tonight, they all do.
See her in the light.
Still dark and entirely true.

The caverns in your ears ring, drinking in the ferocious percussion of our bones.
He covers his ears, they all do.
For years they burn.
We have so much to say.

Our rockstars and love letters catch on fire, pieces blowing across the parking lot.
He knows how to lose her, they all do.
Nothing is news to her.
You’re just not used to her.

Tonight a new lover enters the ring, firing his body into hers in the backseat.
He knows we are infinite, they all do.
We diminish nonetheless.
She will go west.

One woman, the only woman to have and not to hold.

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