you are eating the glass the glass the glass
from the window from the smashed window
that you smashed because you love me
and i am pulling thin slivers of wood
from under my fingernails but we dont talk
ever never dont talk about how they got
under my fingernails i was dragged
dragged was dragged along the floor by 
my age old trainers and i gripped and slipped
and my fingernails found the age old floorboards
and thats why the thin slivers of wood are there
because you roil and spit and shiver like mercury
and the shards of glass are crunched and swallowed
and you smile and your teeth are yellow red 
its dribbling down your chin whats dribbling down 
your chin is not the same as is pumped by my 
swollen heart but its a black thing a black
thing that dribbles down your chin and cant
you grieve like the rest of us grieve by standing
stock still in the doorway of the nursery watching
mother cry over tiny shoes.