| 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. |