Rhesus

    To F.

The cut is
Visible enough——should you really
Try to see it, of course. But I trust
You shall not even
Notice the poetics it all implies.
You are the hand that slashes
The strings that hold me together. And
(the word is ironical) the best I
Can do is to remain partially whole

On the cross you chose for me—.

Please, don’t touch me.