Dr. Coin

When I sat down
I took five deep breaths
and melted.
His voice was somewhere
underwater or farther away
than that.
His voice told me that he
was going to loose my skin.
He whispered his way across my face
and licked and drilled into my cheeks.
He found the pain hiding
timidly inside my mouth
encased within enamel.
My pain was in a memory
behind my teeth,
a memory of our life
in that little space together.
You were so modern so
you convinced me to live with
you before we were to be
married.  You were moral, too
so we had separate rooms,
separate lives even.
And you were so charming
that you brought a slattern
into your room and at night
I heard her whispers.
And every morning, my hands
vibarted with cold and anger and revolt
when I said, "It's ok.  I'm ok.  Really."
You couldn't get me out of there by then.
You triggered my thinness and
kept me up all night long.

I'm coming down and his
white teeth are all I can see.
His mouth tells me to
breathe in deeply and I
am inner space again
with you
only you love me this time.