The Hideous Abduction

This morning I woke up with the belief---

that I no longer believed in you

And that you were a tremendous---

And when I leaned over to put my face to the floor

with my legs spread out like a ballerina

my bones were bruised---

my back was stinging---

with the thought of you and the knots you put in here

and not in a good way

and so I turned myself into a weathered pixie

I couldn't look for swan songs---

which is all we ever wanted---

while towing your line

And you stole my stories---

and not for nought

and certainly not---

for you