What are you even doing here? The Love of my life? Hardly. She’s in Houston with her kids, And his. When I dream of her I wake a rock- Head full of all the soft, wet places. You? Gravel and jagged edges- Broken glass Desolate highways with no lights, No guiderails. You took my heart; never given. Smashed it, killed it, left it lie. Didn’t wish you dead, but now that you are, Stay there. I’m cauterized- Like a drunk needing a bottle when once a cocktail would do- I must dig deeper and deeper to feel the Pain you used to visit so cavalierly With a word. A gesture. I’ll stab at my skin with a sharp spoon, Drive nails between my toes, Tear my hair and rend my guts to wear As braids. I always feared I would see you in hell To again be choked on your leash. But I’d hoped to die first. Go back to poling the River Styx Ferrying the damned from sulfurous shore To sulfurous shore And leave me be. I’ll see you soon enough. Fuck you Fuck you And fuck me. I’d give my left nut for the sunrise.
