January 14 2019

I imagined today

I would cook the cheap pieces of steak

That’s been in our freezer for a mouth

With butter and mushrooms

And shallots

Salt and pepper

In a pan

Medium heat

Cooked half way

Tucked in a puff pastry

Baked to a golden brown

Slowly unraveling the pieces in you

In my hand

In my mouth

Tearing you down into pieces

With my teeth

Shredding you into fragments that

Make sense

Fragments easier to break down

To digest

To get every word, every syllable

Every roll of the tongue

Every bit of you

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Wednesday

We argued through out the week

About the bills, time together, & your work

But all of it has changed

Because it’s Wednesday

The morning sun peaks

Through our old window

Highlighting the scars you got

When you were young

You slightly open your eyes

Like honey coming out of a jar

I kiss your cheek, the lobe of your ear, your neck

The corners of your mouth rises

You put your arms around me

Look into my eyes

And swallow me whole