He broke his stride for me
He threw me a rope
I
threw a rock
at his head
He was generous
It was his nature
I pushed (ahead)
I fought
I unbraided
the hair,
the hair
that was arranged hair by hair for me
I tore
at the clothes
so precisely sewn-
the fabric of life
I tore out
its eyes
I gouged them my doll
Pretty doll
my eyes
me
I fought
I screamed
I pushed
I ran, I ran,
and then I ran far away
and then I
hopped left
when he went right
I was taken aback
when he
leaned in
(Just) why
would He do it?
(For the likes
of me.)
He stayed.
