Of old origin, a stamp-
Your eyelash in my eye
Your laughter in my throat
How could I be anything but you?

Of new origin, unknown, uncared for-
The day you shaved your head
(You alien, you bastard)
Your bastard- in a basket
I wear a sack
How should I know any better?

Of your origin, you organ-hater-
Ripping the tape out of my cassette
Tying knots into my hair
Wrenching a spoon out of my mouth
Making conversation between years, between tears
Retching goodbye
Changing the sheets
And wishing you’d never met her.