A favorite rendition of Siken

I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything,

without having to say that I ran into the street to prove something,

that he didn’t love me,

that I wanted to be possessed, thrown over,

that I wanted to have the wounds nailed shut.

I want to tell you this story without having to be in it.

I wish that he had loved me

enough to stay

or enou…