This mutuality
how you hiss at me on the phone your expletives
how I relish
the brutality of prefiguring: partially severing
your head from your body—particular
arteries, slicing
motion of my blade. How ruthlessly I would
move. For we
have made our children
they live on the earth and are its last hope
and your DNA and my phenotype and the work
of our blood constricting—they live together.