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.
