You had to die for me to knowthe layers wormed within your bones—childrenare born narcissists, open mouthsand puckered fists. We commandwith animal mewls, gifted drippingnipples appear like offerings, a sacrificethat wrings you clean empty. For yearsI sliced away (a martyrmust have scars). I want,I want, I want and still … you with nothing left, I…