shook awake by your
old familiar night terror

dark matter memory
a neuron tripwire
triggered by hands

at this door in all
these tall thick walls

ghost you’ll recall
how i woke with you
cold in my arms that

first first time in my
arms cold & long gone

need him to
stop pulling my
push doors

but imagine if

we just started

throatpunches

in response to

sexist behavior

& why not shotgun
a sleeve of thin mints
in the thick of winter

writing
exorcizes

peaces put
in poems

these lines
i’ll leave

behind