Wanting to serve you a meal of love Your screams made me Suffering cold fevers, Chilly me stares at phlegmatic
I made a mess
without permission
cracking an egg in your kitchen
flee with my stuff
thrown behind me
fear taking my fist
outside your door
to make war
with my shame,
for I was angry that
I had to order elsewhere
an omelet with poison
to be sick of you
I am lost from you
shaky me in trembles
the floor where the
packed back bag
stores the razor
you bought me for
beard stubble, and
I blow all our
issues in a tissue
a torn up me
shredded in bed
pieces sneezed at
a cold flustered fever,
me in my sea alone
to soak