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…



