Your heart trembled in my hands;
my eyes, blind.
The men were my mirror.
My self work so much
spilled semen on satin sheets.
You left your door open.
I chose the window.
I thought he was my vision quest,
my knight in the sweat lodge.
He clanked in,
full of answers
to the wrong questions.
I left you; lost you;
your heart so much shrapnel
beneath my hooves,
charging the wrong way.
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