I divide you into
the shapes that you’re made of
and i was frightened
by the baggage that our parents gave us
you know it’d be easier
if i was just born again
i wouldn’t choose to
rely on someone else to save us
and it gets darker
the deeper we crawl into winter
and as it gets colder
you find you have no love to give her
the saw you used
to cut your house in two
has left scars
on her arms that now begin to shiver