A parlor trick

I grinded like teeth
gnashing impressions through the sinew
of your attentions
I know you bathed indifferently
rinsing off the first blood
rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger
your urgency sharply cut by
the scars you left behind
I couldn’t give attention to
the minutiae of your eager strike
one day you just sawed
me in half

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