The fault that you made of me

My stance, my stronghold,
hardened like cold metal
So much a part of me;
My veins, my knuckles,
you are creases between my elbows,
and in the palm of my hand

You are the world rotating beneath my back
The knot beside my spine
-Prague
The place between my shoulder blades
-Paris
You are the shiver in the bottom of my jaw

So much a part of me-
a torrent, a strain, a cast-iron, hard-bitten stone.

You are so much so
that I let you
torment my nothingness,
boast my inadequacy,
hold my weakness hostage,
and pour your self seen perfection in my ears

So blame all your flaws on me
You know I will hold

Because without you-
I can't be.
I'm white noise or
just some ghost of your memories
A wisp of frozen dreams
The fault that you made of me