Pathetic Little Beast
Pathetic Little Beast
With his towel draped over that chair,
I smell it and it's like he's here
I'll put it into the hamper
To join his shirt and underwear
To wash my skin is to wash his touch
So I've turned dirty, repugnant musk
I suppose I'll wash away his lust
And stop dancing in my world of dust
The rim of the nightstand cup
is covered in his lips
I'm afraid to look because I find
I'm getting too jealous
I should move it to the dishwasher,
but first I'll take a sip
Then place it softly by a spoon
that has dried of all his spit
He showed me how my knife was broken,
now I feel comradery
Another broken, violent thing that
He handles so gently
He's right, you know, to say that I should
Throw it away to keep me safe
So maybe I'll just stow it in some
Special secret place
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