le cherie lottie

You pull me apart, piece by piece;
a rotting clementine, lying naked on the warm summer grass

I watch in mock-horror as juice drips
from your knowing smile

My flesh stings under your fingernails
You tear into secrets i have locked away for centuries

The ring of your laughter as I lay, reduced to
sticky mush,
makes me smile

If only you knew
how l o n g i had lain here,
strewn on the wet earth,
fallen from a nearby tree,
waiting for harsher hands than yours to
devour me
whole.

i wonder if i really liked you, or if i just liked who i was with you.

    i wonder if there’s a difference.