October 2008 / Volume 8 / Issue Three
Samantha Arlotta
I  wanted to believe

you would build a house for me
from stones and spit with your hands

You closed your eyes
nursing at me
tugging me soft into your mouth
and all the floorboards moaned
some impossible weight
some secret my look must have given away

I clean the blood and hair from inside me
white bathroom walls
and pictures hung crooked

Avoid mirrors and sharp things

You lay waiting for me
outside the door in your underwear

Iíve made myself poor and lonely
to crawl next to you and fall asleep like this