For You.

I read you a love poem that night
through broken teeth.
I was crumpled on the sidewalk
my hair in a halo, sopping up
the blood from my gums.
You looked into my eyes and
through you I could see myself
stripped of my dignity and
pulling against the gravity,
using only the shattered remains
of my incisors
the empty sockets being pulped
against the filthy cement-
trying to reach you.
I was reading you a love poem
that night you left me
defeated
My arms and legs useless
and skewed.
As I inched forward they became
my comet's tail-
just simple waste products,
elements formally of relevance.
She must have found me there later
nose ground down,
jaw forced twisted.

Blood and enamel
inhaled, exhaled.