here it comes--
heart snapping
branches--ribs--
i learn to re-swallow
bone-- oh why did
he have to come for this
here it comes--
here he comes for 
my poetry-- 
the only part of 
my skin
i have never wanted
to cut-- her 
he comes-- drawing
a line in marker
around my neck--
he says write
here write here
this is where to start
your next poem--
he says
to get up
& write
your bones
back into place--
this is what you 
do-- girl of
letters & numbers
& ampersands &
em-dashes-- faster
now faster--
write for me girl--
your body is nothing
but water--
a mason jar 
in the cabinet
full of everyone
else's words--
there what else will
you do-- what else
could you ever hope
to say--
write a poem for
me girl--
write