Outside the bathroom door:
“I have a series of questions for you”
A few fake cuddles and baby smooches.
“I don’t want to offend you”
Prepares one for a déjà vu
Of pains lived; never left
“Don’t judge me if I ask you this”
Unending ellipsis to the unspoken;
the unsaid that eats your heart
scalds your insides up your brain
Things never said.
The hurt of the unsaid won’t give
“Why did you ask?”
A housefly’s sting on an old wound
A mosquito bites
One will remember Vitamin B jabs
The nurse said it would hurt;
Just a little.
Just. A. Little.
A pretentious drunkenness
Lies next to one
Like wet euphorbia that won’t burn,
tearing your eyes,
with a sting of revenge.
Then it’s day two.
Memories of a past:
Reliving one’s yesterdays,
in the silence of souls
(Except for the fan drying up a boxer;