Petty clones slurred cold remarks
on foreign canvas totes.
I never caved to frigid words,
a word-of-mouth misquote.
I hardly thought your seeping ink
would help me feel you breathe.
But I felt every wire bolt
that caged your fragile teeth.
Fingers stained a violet throat,
I matched your leaking seas.
And no one knows it darling girl,
but you saved me.