Dispensary

And if he comes for water

I will offer my sweat as consolation

Ring me out like a rag

Hang me to dry until he is alright

Again

And if he comes for food

I will offer my body

As three course meal

Serve me like an offering

This bed an alter

This sweat a halo

Enough meat of these bones to feed the both of us

And when he comes for love,

Because they always come for love

Just as it leaves

Just as the door is locked behind it

Just as the key has been swallowed

I will offer me

As a note on the side table

Saying it’s too late

But I’m here

If it’s any consolation

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