rubber duck

i said you could call me as much as you want.
cut a telephone into my tongue. you punched a hole
in your wall when you found out i wasn't home one night
& i thought i was going to be a bomb. in your bathtub 
you called me a pineapple. all the uses 
for a knife. sometimes i miss being 
the one who was eaten. how, in the dark, i could 
look at my wreckage & think "yes they were fed."
a friend tells me the bathtub is full of milk again.
there's an oil rig floating like a rubber duck.
it's pumping blood from a wound. i lay on my back
& wish you were here holding me in your palm.  

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