Blood-Letting

I think it’s about time I was leaving
You’re stumbling over words
I don’t believe in
But I’m finding
New legs to walk with
I’ve been finding
New knives to kiss with
When you sleep
Your body turns ghost-white
And I can’t help but feeling
Like a fly on milk
I crawled back into myself alone
I am writhing with certainty
I am dancing with the slow death
Trembling like a drop of mercury
I touched your wrist beneath the blanket
No use now
In trying to change our old ways
When someone else’s name is stuck
Between your shoulder blades
Here are my hands
Reminding you of someone else’s hands
God is stuck
Singing himself to sleep
I am not the only one