Jul 3
i can throw. i can throw
punches. i can throw out
my back as well as throw
caution to the wind, and
i can’t let this get to me.
scratches down my face
like canyons for tears,
cuts around my arms,
like tourniquets drawn
tight. and if anyone
hasn’t noticed by now,
i’m done talking about
you, you aren’t worth
another
word.