I guess I’m over it now
because your jokes so aren’t
Thrashing your arms and screaming,
inaudible nothings as I walk out the door.
Staying gone too long isn’t my thing.
I’d return to you in that red skirt and a candlelit dinner.
I pushed the dished away and propped you on the table,
lifting your legs over my shoulders,
eating until you orgasmed on my tongue.
Everyone’s told me I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
I told them she’s grown up.
Her jokes aren’t funny anymore.
(© 2022 AC)