how did you summon me
from blood
and bedsheet equations
and how did you pull me
like teeth from your budgeted mouth?
you are highly improbable.
is that why you're so easy to hate?
I need to become truth
and see farther,
so that you might see.
you have another truth
you don't need to see.
when will I understand you?
I was not born of a virgin
and now my sheets are stained, too.
do you recognize the blood between my hairs,
eyeblack and red and
does it bend like snakes for you?
did you invoke me with a whistle
soft as wood rots, and did you hear them stop
just now, the solemn footsteps behind us?
who is tracking us, down through the centuries?
or is that me, and I am you?
cdzhouse 