I hate you the way I love the bones of my neck
how they crinkle when I twist it to look behind me
How my spine shrugs away stiffness
I hate to find you kind
because you aren't
I hate to find you calm
because my skin remembers
the awful raw feeling you drew.
I'll tell you
I'll even send you this note
because I know you won't understand a single word of it
when you wake in the morning
and I know you will hate the note.
The way I love the bones in my neck.
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