You thrust through me—with with your thumbs pressed into my hips
My blood smears between my thighs,
onto the white towel,
I flip the picture frames on your headboard facedown.
When we’re done
I run my fingertips along the rack of her clothing in your room
and think what nice style she has.
You ask me if I want to clean off in the shower;
I think to myself
I don’t think that’s going to be enough.
I haven’t flossed in a while,
I tear the bills out of their envelopes
And leave them all over the apartment
Snarling at me in toothy stacks.
A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,
It’s time to get out of here.
He said ‘I bet you get everything you want,’
and everything I don’t.
I lost myself in you;
Buttons in the bottom of a boot
Bouncing into rubber walls,
Getting stepped on.
I drink water
because wine isn’t cheap.
I sleep with you
because neither is therapy.
I press hot fingernails into flesh,
my red venom contrails on your spine.
You strum my softness nimbly—
I guess that’s why they call it