She walked into our lives like she invented us (4)

Original Text: 

The Bone Ladder (Windsor, Ontario: Black Moss Press, 2000): no. 4. PS 8587 .U52 B6 Robarts Library

1She walked into our lives like she invented us.
2Sniffed us out for the dream she needed.
3We all needed. What's called love
4is ravenous
5trailing its beautiful death.
6When was it you told me?
7And I thought:
8Once I loved. Now, I don't.
9It seemed simple.
10Till you stood before the mirror
11and shaved your head.
12Those tiny slices in the flesh.
13So mad I loved you. That
14you could go so far down
15till it bled.
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
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