Within Her Skin
/My first love,
she left me bleeding,
venison hanging
for the hyenas’ feeding.
It was over before
I started talking.
Her flip-flopping feet
were already off walking.
The robot within her skin
disturbed me,
when she said she was dirty
and doesn't deserve me.
My first love
never caught me creeping
outside her window
to watch her sleeping.
But, seeing her old man,
a-stumbling drunk.
I heard her scream.
Put him in my trunk.
The robot within her skin
was gone.
Her father sank through the water
and we rolled on.
Me and my first love
got away with murder
for seven years, then
come some reporter.
A pile of questions
to clean up the past,
looking for the star
of an NPR podcast.
The robot within her skin
was reborn for closure.
Dropped her in the water,
“I’m your one love,” I told her.
By Paul Resnick
From: United States