ELEGY Poem: i want to stay complacent in my numbness, by Grey Fields

and the rabbit rots patiently in the ditch,
thrashed apart by the ravenous pickings of
some nearby crows and i think

of you

the beauty of her vivisected innards
are punctuated by the sultry light,

you part my legs and sit between then,
how could i ever leave when you

splice my intestines with loving admiration,
when you make me feel so
disgustingly adequate

with my ill-tempered manifestation of
grievances that pile onto one
another with alarming velocity

how could i leave you when you force
me to become such a volatile
subject of my circumstances, and

the sting of your harsh touch lingers, pulling
my shirt down, red marks winding
across my flesh,

her glazed eyes meet mine; the rabbit’s body
is jerked along the highway, bits of red
dotting my vision as you lower your gaze

and i am picked apart, undressed for your
satisfaction again and again and again