Before you
Endings arrived as duvets
And I waved goodbye
As I stifled myself
Beneath them.

Yet
The ritual is different
With us:
Burn the blankets
Flick the noose
Hanging from the ceiling
Slip only the
Smallest, teasing parts into the loop
A pinky toe, an earlobe, a nipple.

I run from us
You catchpole me back
You hide
I prowl and dig
This is our
trauma-bond-of-a-story
In this moment
I happen to be
Hunter
And I’m on my way
Limping with a
Rucksack packed with
Neurons and sharp poems
I drank my water
I took my vitamins
But my stomach is growling.

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Kim Adonna teaches online, cooks, reads, writes and sleeps in a 400-square-foot apartment in Albuquerque, NM. Nature, poetry, and a hearty tofu stir-fry regulate her nervous system. @plum_eclipse on Instagram