There were hobgoblins harming her all the way home.

Somebody else's stalker-ex

Andrew, the breaking and entering you tried to do
is not the crime you succeeded in completing, not
the intrusion that defined you, the one you got away with.

You drilled into my head, incised slits and pockets,
and absconded with my sense of security, the two of you
eloping as if you were the pen- and ultimate member

of some sick species of terrified and jealous beings.

brevity

Speech is only "short and to the point" when the sparse sounds are dense: the words you choose are not choice: your rarity is rarefaction, bee without hive or honey, flying on aimless wings.

left just alright

remember how the leftover
organic matter
stuck to the pan you scraped
with the hard metal spatula.

remember how the leftover
you I have
stuck to the sidewalk you sidled
away from.

you went straight and I stayed
perpendicular: definitively right-
angled to thunder and everything
everything that matters.