your sobs ache in my
ribs like gray tornadoes
drenched, softened
under my skin
and fading to
soft aspirin gyres
with locked jaws
they are clamped to
my raw bones
make me feel the
liquid tears driving their
cold tongues into my muscles
the sobs make me want
to tear open my skin
with grimy fingernails
and peel the sticky
gasps from my
stringy ribcage