Break-Up Chore

Change me!

change me change me

With whispered songs or screaming bouts

Shadowed sounds: Mr. Matthews--

“We can do better than anything that we did

you know that you and me

 we can do anything”

--Unwashed dishes in stagnant sink

snakey grease-lines sunning on suds--

Hold me with shaking fingertips
and under them too--

I take my tea in other rooms

And hope that fingers shrivel or shrink away

Laptop -- laptop screen saving chores

I sit at my desk and type of hope

And love and sex and death

Anxieties crawl up like jungle gym kids

Swinging on every thought

--and Swingin’ them too

Blank black screen mirror: silhouette blink

Plum-brown dark sky outside

sip Blink sip

needing tea, another cup

 “Stand up” I plead my legs

“Stand up!”

Fin, fin about tan Tupperwares

Bulbous soap suds cling to sides

Screaming: “Save me!” The stench inside them

Around them, of them. They pop,

one             by one                        by one

I swim along to my whim

In that sticky, stink sink

Pop

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