At the point when you tire of this relationship (and you will) by Kristina England

Shave me down to a torso.

 

Throw away the legs,
the arms, the head.

Just don’t be surprised
if the stubs won’t bleed.

When you replace someone’s brain
with a mechanical version of itself
limbs stop moving,
pulse stops pulsing.

All that’s left are pulleys, string,
the need to prop up what’s broken.


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Kristina England resides in Worcester, MA.  Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Gargoyle, Haggard and Halloo, Nib Magazine, Poetry Breakfast, and other journals.  For more on her poetry, visit http://kristinaengland.blogspot.com/. 

Bay Laurel  /  Volume 1, Issue 2  /  Winter 2012