I’ve let them grow like potatoes
under my ribs. You snarled
grabbed my chest hair, pulled
and asked why I love you.

My eyes rolled back
and I saw them growing there
heart sized lumps
that we boil and soften.

When you frown at me
they ache, when I get blind drunk
they don’t, but I grind my teeth
and look for a fight
or a fuck.

There are two pressing against my lungs
and when I’m still I can hear them
one is my mother’s
the other hates my father
and both leak.