We weep into the same cut;
Whose? Mine. Yours. Theirs. Ours,
Nobody’s,
We cry into it, unto it,
But you the most—
The stream, damned with clotted blood
Halfway there to bursting free.
Bursting.

I cry my stream into you ocean,
Feel the stars I swallow mourn
In agony :
I cry my tears into our scars
And watch
As my pain tips
Ours over.