maggie woodward
night work
there are things you should know about your leaving. the door shut
behind you & I clawed off my face. three fingers down my throat & I
could vomit your babies. I could vomit your teeth. you went. I could
have killed you. I could have killed you. I could have killed you
without moving. my tongue was on fire & I vomited hair. my jaw was
on fire, see my sharpening fangs. see all the things I’m not allowed
to say. I want skin that’s never touched you, I want blood you’ve
never warmed. you went. I sliced open. you went. I vomit up thread.