When Friendship is no Longer Possible
When you came to me
my hands gave up
movement,
declared themselves
drowned in the multiplicity
of throats; hands no longer
willing to accept blood
as short-term payment
for friendship--
for friendship--
for in hell we saw each other
as lovers that didn't know
where to look whenever
they sat down
at the banquet table.
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