Comets

Comets. Shoot from parted lips.

As I stand in doorways
One shoe in hand
Yelling your name
And the hate you inspired
When you
Arrived four hours late.

I love you, Stupid Man,
And it’s never enough
To get you to come home at eight.

12 a.m.
And you’re a thief in the night
Taking all air from rooms,
The scurrying feet of mice,
The roaches who waited up with me.

…and here I am.
Medusa
Snakes hissing
Eyes,
Carving out your brittle heart.

Fucken bastard
Cant you ever come home before I go mad?

Instead you wait
Every goddamned night
Until I am
Knitting sweaters
Out of the strings
That dangle my heart.

Balls of fire,
Slingshot
Insults.

Shoe in hand.