Bagels and Tea for the Lactose Intolerant

I gave her my number
told her to call me back
so she shot an arrow
into my skin
telephone poles traced
around the barbed arrowhead

she cut her thumb
with a butter knife
my tears were laughing
while she jumped out
the first-story window
and watered the grass
with her veins

and a neighbor walking a dog
turned the the hose on
and drowned our lemon tree
until we didn't have
nearly enough sour to
match the bitter

so our burnt tongues
became a silent melody