bandage
raze
on
the
last
day
you
were
still
you
,
i
watched
you
use
the
back
of
a
silver
sister
as
a
springboard
to
get
to
a
pew
that
would
never
see
the
inside
of
any
church
,
where
you
ate
above
the
swarm
.
the
wound
you
gave
me
after
you
lost
your
way
took
less
time
to
heal
than
i
wanted
it
to
.
when
it
was
gone
,
you
were
too
.
the
band
-aid
i
used
to
cover
the
torn
skin
was
the
last
one
in
the
box
.
i
can't
bring
myself
to
throw
away
the
cardboard
case
,
or
the
empty
paper
wrapper
that
held
the
flexible fabric
i
wrapped
around
my
middle
finger
.
i
don't
dream
of
you
anymore
.
but
every
night
i
hope
i
will
.
i
don't
know
if
my
sleeping
mind
is
sparing
me
from
something
worse
than
losing
you
,
or
punishing
me
for
a
promise
my
heart
made
that
my
hands
couldn't
keep
.
when
i'm
awake
,
i
talk
to
you
.
i
think
you've
been
talking
back
.
and
i'm
grateful
for
that
.
but
a
leak
has
sprung
in
a
place
no
occlusive dressing
can
touch
.
and
i
don't
know
how
to
make
it
stop
.
221103
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from