“I once felt you a part of me
By skin and cells and flesh
Before the knife we both brandished
Bore against my breast
Rocking, rocking, rip by rip
You hung by just a thread
But there was nothing more to do
Before we both were bled
I begged you once
Just once more
To trust my heart was blue
But I had dug the knife too deep—
the bordered flesh was you.
Whoever made the final slice
Neither one could say
Was it the one who pushed the knife?
Or the one who pulled away?”