parting

this is necessary
this parting
waves between us
clapping
a loud audience
a standing ovation
encore!
encore!
no applause
for the second act
an act of purging your scent
from my jar of honey
a sharp clap
boxed up against the wall
i deafen myself
to the bees
the stings
no longer plump my skin
this parting of bones
but not my loins
no longer cleaving my heart
congealed blood
pungent with discord
cut out in cookie cutter shapes
i play my part
in your play on words
the tangled knots
that hang me dead
no longer swinging
from the rafters
i asked for cake
you gave me bread
crumbs of uncanny sizes
replicas of sand