I know we've come to blows
for the second time in our adult lives
trying to figure out how to
divide up the love
in lieu of our bodies and I'm sorry
you didn't tell me what you wanted
the first time and I'm sorry
I retreated to a balled up kid
with tears in his eyes and fists for words,
but we're going to figure this out
between the three of us,
if it kills me
after you're both gone.
