Memento

He uses the length
of my hair as rope –
takes it with him
when he goes.
The elbows too; the toes,
the knees.
The tongue, the teeth –
he whispers please.
My body pieced
and pulled apart.
The ribs, the bones,
the beating heart.
He takes it with him
when he goes –
my lips still singing
Come back home.

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