Worry wears me well
The strangest of parasites
devouring insecurity
She is well feed
an ugly beast
cruelty of girls
at its best
I woke up Saturday morning,
with three in my bed
our thoughts the same,
he’s walking you to the station?
he took your hand to hold?
following us
astonished at a distances
she murmur arrows
shooting them to the heart
I cower
breaking
inducing me to act irrational,
in a feverish turmoil.
You don’t know how to be a good girlfriend
How to be respectful, courteous, responsive
You don’t know how to give space,
give up space
But with this war
Your contagious calm
gentle ease and directness disarms us
All of our mouths open
I reach for his mouth,
my tongue is his
I feel her blush
looking away
with jealousy

These days she is paler,
Less well feed,
Hollowness in her cheeks,
More quiet
Less vibrations
I almost can’t even see her.
And no longer dream of others.
I thank him for that.