Bridal Rib
already there is less of me
in you
than of you in me
I absorb
I will absorb
(and swell and swell)
'til the day you burst
my skin
then all will spill
(and spill and spill)
run out
through our kitchen
down cracks in the lino
and nothing will be left
but flaccid skin
and cold hard bones
of me