I wish begging would work.
(please please get out of my brain!) you::
poison my thoughts and memories, filling me with
hard edges and juxtapositions.

i. have. had. enough.
ii. can take no more
iii. can't stop.

the love will not wither, my heart continues to
ache. (as if the wounds are new and open)

I! the poet. cannot let them heal. no-no,
I will twist my fingers into the wounds.
(gnaw through the present sutures) of our: