Rabbit and Rose
Yes, Memory,
I am easy to leave.
Forgettable, dun-colored,
so
small. Remnant
of what we found in the ditch
inside discarded ice chests,
supplicant of your
buyer's remorse. we are twins
in the womb, perpetually we hug
because of constraint.
We are the highway-
-markers, virginity in orbit,
the hundred billion years
before the sun was ever warm enough
for life. You never leave,
but when I ask you to stay my mouth
is cotton, my mouth is caught
on the chipped lip of a bad pint glass.
Say goodbye, first.
banish
the burned neck,
the small, small scar.