if it’s important to you

by Eleanor Coy

sweetheart, the flowers cut
in the shape of your name
won’t cure your bleeding heart.
the trainwreck of your face.

i found god in the
supermarket aisles and
he reviled me. i am
not his little girl.

death is all over you. crawls
down the lonely motorway
of your lower lip. breaks
every syllable you talk.

someone gave me your number. must’ve
added it up wrong.
told me to leave.
told me to never come back.

darling, cut me an i love you
into your skin with rain.
take a picture of you crucified
and send it through the telephone wires.

i dreamt of you, years later.
your hair spilled out
and then they cut it off.