monday’s crumbs on his kitchen sink,
the last bites of dinner before he had me

tuesday’s slivers on the shower floor
my strands trapped in the grate of his drain

wednesday’s ashes stuck to the bowl,
waiting for his next hit and miss

thursday’s scraps on a bedroom door
pieces of it swept under the rug with me

friday starts with friends,
saturday ends with drinks.
i run on them and you,
who knows who i’ll end up with and when?

sunday is a temporary reprieve,
respite from my endless fatigue.

I crawl into my own bed
and return to my body alone.

my skin conceals barbed hooks,
my prickles thickest around my heart,
a prison built to keep him out

But I never kept him out.
I stayed long after I had my fill,
my intentions rotted into ill will.
What pieces of him did I leave unturned?
If I can’t fix him, when will I learn?

monday arrives before i’ve solved my mess,
it’s time to start this cycle again.