a left cross

there isnt a shred of her left in him
already
they lasted a month
some would say less
he held on
he started dating her shortly after the x
the x
she threw a fish bowl at him
lacerated her own wrists
then blamed it on him at the hospital
he was taken in to custody
he told the officer the
bite marks were playfull
she had a dentist examine
her arms
the officers just passed him
tea and told him to seek a divorce


this one had small arms
the smallest arms he had ever seen
razor thin, not a mean trace of anything that
could hurt him
his friends said she was too skinny
for them
but he says shes at least a distraction
from the monster
she holds all the card
the one who struck him in the jaw
on the way to bed
a left cross
he tasted the iron, the mineral, almost machine taste of blood
then he pushed against it, he felt his mouth swell, the shredded parts of his lip
rubbing, get caught in his teeth

the razor thin arms
at least this one, the new one, she was
some one who couldnt lift a fishbowl