Postmortem
How did you meet?
He stepped on my face, he stepped on my teeth.
Was it love or lust?
Can a hummingbird see that much?
What happened when he touched you?
The world spilled out.
Do you recall his eyes?
A cup and a bowl.
And his voice?
Possibly a mouse drank it.
How did he make you feel?
I am a fruitless tree, you are a fruitless tree.
How did you cope?
By nibbling away.
How do you remember him?
I make a smudge.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2020)