Genie Cartier

I scrubbed and scrubbed my hands
trying to wash you off of me but you
stayed slimy on my skin like vaseline
making it impossible for me to grip
the railing on the bus.

In X-rays I see the hand
that you once held splayed out
under the radiation,
the skin a useless phantom
drowning the fractured bones.


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