I wrote myself
into a poem
just to save you
the clean up
of what’s about
to happen.
I hear ink
leaves less behind
than blood.
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When you leave me
it will be my fault
entirely.
When you leave me
you will take with you
everything
in the kitchen cabinets
and everything
from under
the bathroom sink.
You’ll leave with
half of the bed,
(the warm half)
and several strands
of my dead hair
stuck to the soles
of your feet.
When you leave me
it will be because of my drinking
and my extreme understanding
of our misunderstandings,
my lack of compassion
my overcompensation
my dirty mouth and dirty mind
my open legs, open ears.
I hear every conversation
you don’t have with her.
When you leave me
you’ll take the steam
from the shower
and carry my morning sickness
under your arm.
This is my fault.
Please, take me with you.
I don’t want to be here
with me anymore either.
