Maddened,
frothing at the mouth
furied by regrettable kisses
made manic by your mission
to remove me from
the life of your lover.
I have to laugh.
I'd love to feel guilty,
but I have to laugh
when "little slut" is lacking
and "I told you not to talk
to her again,"
when he's been sleeping
on my sofa for a month,
his easy arms stretched across
a decade's solace --
you think you can break that?
©sweepingly
S