score: one to even
for the duration

 both  autumns

i burrowed hard

  into her very

 edges  raised

 the surface above

  my head i was turning

 leaves she was

 leaves turning

in a soft place

i found

i pushed her in

 i  packed her into

  me whereshe

 abscessed

 each  time

why are you scratching me?

she would ask

 because

 you like it

 

 oh she was

 thread and

thread

 and thread

 and then

 and now in

 sterile  narrow

rooms

in shots and sticks

and stabs

 i get this guilting

 done already

him