Breaking Sickness

Wanting to serve you a meal of love
I made a mess
without permission
cracking an egg in your kitchen

Your screams made me
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

Suffering cold fevers,
I am lost from you
shaky me in trembles

Chilly me stares at
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