the other times you left me.
time has never warranted this,
the lavender song has lost its time and scent.
i will grow a large beard
and rough you up
to forget my childish ways.
i have learned to isolate my fantasies.
~
you think you can hammer out
your indiscretions on an anvil of pulp.
let me have time to lick my wounds
like the god that i am.
~
it’s comforting when she says,
“you can’t like me as much as i like you.”
in my insecurity, i know it’s true.
it’s cold and the gas won’t be turned on
for another week. she was right,'
this bed can’t be slept in alone.
