My Cardboard Balcony

Oh, Where? by Belinda Roddie Oh, where is the man who left me for dead at the foot of his bed and drank blood from my hand? Oh, where is the man who left marks on my skin? Let me bury my sin in a hole in the sand. Then I'll hollow it out so I can bury this man.

Tiny, somber footsteps leading to the bedroom. Hot fingerprints lingering on an unraveling red sweater. Puffs of breath descending from an old and creaky staircase. And saltwater in the sink. Not tears, just saltwater. The ocean backing up into the pipes, threatening to burst them. Like breaking bones in a decrepit man's wooden face.