three

[manawa]

we are a two
and our twoness is a fact
that will last even past you being eighteen and
stealing my car one night to go out drinking

Our twoness is made in a pact
between two dirty hands
rubbing in their cuts in the grasp of a handshake
that promises us that we are
sealed together through the flow
of my intent to yours
that we are pulsing together
as blood relatives

the two is not a decision
it is a reaction we take to each other
as I coach you into life's arena
opening your eyes and pumping
every first beat of your heart

Our two is the truth
that will use my left hand to pull you behind my legs
and my right to wreak havok
should any one ever call you names

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Our third sits watching
in a lonley corner of the uterus
feet hanging over the edge
casting in hooks to see
if she can pull anything out

Our third has tried to ruin the home
for other people
so that her daddy can know
that Karma is alive and well
and I have taken a terrible toll for my misdeeds

Our third is a rememberance day
where it is frowned upon to forget
and so painful to remember all the bloodshed
that got you this far

Our third knows she is war torn
and in her destitution
she is burning houses behind her
leaving black spots on the landscape

Our third must know there is no way to choose
for or against her
because I have already hurt her once
and I cannot hurt him at all.

So we are a three.