I should have called
before I showed up,
but I expected your jealousy
to blink at me like bloodshot eyes,
and to slam me into your wall of insecurity,
but I crawled through the window
you’d left cracked open.
The last time we slept together,
I woke up with your name
tattooed on my wrist.
Being happy to miss you
makes me sick.
Come to bed and heal my soul.
(© 2022 AC)
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