The jaw of a brother hangs over your doorway
like a sinner.
the bliss of the risk
keeps you coming back into the cage
sleek as a seal,
still impassioned when
this churning womb claims payment.
A well-known fact: my whole life, I must swim.
A never-ending pilgrimage
keeps me breathing.
So then, what is the cruelest crime you
can commit against me? Saltwater thumps
at the boat, rhythmic as a heartbeat.
You pick up a knife, carve off my sand-paper limbs and let
them boil alongside garlic and herbs while you toss
my dusky remains overboard and
I start to sink deeper,