Your recycled lover is made from your own bone and uneven pelvis,
from the days when you could not fuse properly, the torn ligaments
that only a bow-legged widow could stitch, the shark-tail of a thought
when you were naive enough to collect inkberries in a yellow-green field.
You wanted to prove that you could survive being poisoned,
that you could survive a cluster of tall needy men.
Your recycled lover and you once made a stone baby
and you never forgave each other.
Only the stone baby could not break.
Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey. He has been published in Elimae, Smokelong Quarterly, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Blaze Vox, Matchbook, and elsewhere. He loves 50s Sci-Fi movies, manga comics, and pre-punk garage bands of the 60s. He blogs at http://upatberggasse19.blogspot.com/