but she meant how much she loved to hurt me.
I have always hated the way
she can impose herself completely across our lives,
how these kinds of gestures clutter the apartment and
make it extraordinarily difficult to move,
for movement to even seem possible.
This objectification of both our selves is dangerous,
leads to actions which lack all but the most abstract context.
It compresses the definitions of our individuality and
summarizes our relationship as individuals all out of shape.
"Muh daddy gimme that knife," I told her.
"When I was a kid."
And we both followed the darkening pool
that spread across the table from where it pierced her hand.