You asked me how a girl from Texas had never seen sheep.

I said I had seen sheep but never somewhere so green.

 You called me as he was trying to kill me, but

this was how men loved women and

I wanted him to want me,

out of jealousy. I let him see your number the night

before the hospital trip, as I went to find my phone

split like a shell, one ear still bleeding,

I thought, Yes. He works harder at loving me, but

to this day there’s a woman in a field of sheep

in England, a man knelt beside her and there’s a knife

suspended in the middle, their

wrists clean, passed over.