Weapons

where your fire engine red
teeth and NATURAL HAIR COLOR
could be parts of
my life//
my rescue process.

where I
stretch out sooner
than the time a letter takes,
and tell your children
about what I was like
and you'd finally bet me frivolously
if you drink
as collateral for a car
or the love
I couldn't offer as incentive.

where I let there be closure
and light.

what I keep safe.