grapefruit spoons

there is a spot at the base of my ribs

where bones connect.

there is a section in the top drawer,

spoons with edges sharp like teeth.

I know these spoons from a long and bitter winter. bright grapefruit cut in half, sparkling with sprinkled sugar like the snow that never fell. 

I feel hollowed out, my insides 

scraped raw with teeth shaped edges, jagged.

no knives for me-

the blades too sharp, too clean.

it's a 

grapefruit spoon.

scraping, digging

at the spot under the base of my ribs.

(sour is my mind)

if I killed someone for you

If i killed someone for you-

I’d ride out of town on a blaze of glory, one hand on the steering wheel, never to be seen again.  I’d change my name and live out of my car. If they were every to find me, they would find a desert drifter, among the rocks for weeks on end and rarely showering, a sunburn always glossing my nose. 

I’d forget the textures of my old life; hand cream, trendy sweaters, houseplants and the way my dresser drawers always become frustratingly stuck.  Each night, I would carve out a space to lay down among piles of books in my trunk, the only sound of distant birdsongs, the quiet of wilderness.  I’d listen to cassette tapes and use pay-phones like it was yesterday, keep a journal of the times i forgot to pray, think myself tainted.

If i killed someone for you-

I’d hold emotions lighter and toss walls higher.  I’d write him letters that would never be sent, thankful to have a reason to disappear. I'd feel comfortable with the chance at living apart, given the courage to cut off what I was never strong enough to on my own, a chance at something better for each of the faces imprinted across the eyes of my mind.

If i killed someone for you-

At least I'd know you were safe.  

At least there would finally be an explanation 
to why these ribs barely breathe, this body doesn't laugh or to cry. 

I guess what I'm saying is,

I would gladly kill someone for you

if only to finally have the reasons

to live life on the run.