I think I remember him
I once played caddie to his dogged
second act fits of doubt
and holding my breath always, I knew
when asked what I was
I’d throw the question back in his face
and when asked what I have between my legs
I’d say, A cut that just doesn’t heal
     yes, I used to know him
when my hair was longer
when I made him kill the spiders
that crawled in through the crack by the AC
til he split me in half 
and pinned me to his table
to see for himself