10 The Love Issue | The Span of Human Emotion · 10 of 12
The devil made three,Lord knows he thrivedon the dysfunction between you and me.You lived for the burnof dilated eyes tracing your spine,and I lived in my head,drawn to the shadows unseen,fueled by cheap cocaine,cut with kerosene.When the night bled out,and my heart thudded in panic,I needed you like water from a canteen.Satan knew—when you left me,I needed to be weanedfrom your body heat—like a goat pulledfrom its mother’s life blood.Our love hemorrhaged,turned black as mud.We left the piney woods,taunting God for another flood.