i call the clinic
while u fix us
a drink
then we waste away
the afternoon
kissing on the couch
with the curtains half-drawn
this isn’t ur 1st
this isn’t our 1st break
from each other
u woke me up
this morning
pulling off my shirt
& when we kissed
i could taste the pills
u said u didn’t smoke
this love of ours
would take years
of psychiatric care
to heal from baby
a love of shaky
legs & neck bruises
touching each other soft
thru panic attacks
forgiveness forgiveness