monday

On Monday you told me that
Three days was too long to wait
You owed me my weight in change
And I knew you
would skip town before paying me back a muffin’s worth
Your sister and I
Had a fabulous time that night on the yacht
She kept talking about you but I hardly noticed
you were gone
Unleavened bread and kosher pickles
you sucked the sour juice from
Left me with an empty jar
And five years worth of stale
leftover
moldy
rotten
decaying pieces of the better parts of your flesh

06.11.09