Sharing

So you don’t want me around

sharing your towel, your food

your bed, that tiny turtle

who lives behind your clock

your contemptuous maid

your razor blades, the hint of whiskers on your face

your embarrassing secrets, your clumsiness in bed

your malevolent tempers, and your clingy affections

your mufflers, your miniatures, your brandy

all that space, all those stains on the walls

all those pictures you wanted to hang

every single dream you woke up from

every single teardrop shed, every nail bit

and all those times, you were a woman

and I was a ghost,

a pair of ravens in the night sky.

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