Weird thing is, when he
fucks her, it really
is like
he's
tunneling into her,
desperate to escape, disappear
so deep into what she holds,
the space she controls—
to become her child.
For her,
it only works
backwards—it's
afterwards
when he's
asleep next to her
that she feels
the most
motherlike,
the most
afraid that she's
penetrable.
But time, being
cruel, insists on barreling
forward
always in the
direction
of increasing
entropy,
giving both of them
no choice
but to compromise.
And so
they will
continue tearing
themselves
in half.
