I cried ragged rose petal tears into cheap cotton
& your eyes were giving you away again,
but this time
I didn't care.
kiss me on each cheek, where it's hollow, and
did I tell you that I'd be skinny thin for you,
all ribs and angles?
I would I would I would
(if you wanted me to be)
But instead I took your hand in mine, & told you
that you had twenty years to live, tracing lines
across your palm.