tangle

you're shedding flakes of glass
in bed in the shower. stiff
when you don't move
crack on the surface fingers
covered in tiny cuts
and it hurts to blink. he complains
about bits on the floor and stores
the larger pieces
on the side but never asks how
it feels in a way
that means anything.
you cry and your cheeks are hot
like they haven't been
since you were eight or nine.

mattdalby
29-30nov5