a wooden cabinet holding socks and shared underwear that don’t fit as they used to

writing on

my love

doesn’t feel as good

as writing on

my love

*

of love

there isn’t enough

off love

there is

a single letter difference

is a bedmate

a stubbed toe

and a betrayal

when you find your bedmate

f’ing someone else

toe slamming into furniture

that is yours

but feels foreign

and dangerous

as though the world

has left

and bare space

is all there is

between you

her

and them