My husband is fucking me
while I think about my dead ex-lover
how you swore you’d never leave me
never say no to me
never forget me
But you did
you left me
you forgot me
you said no to me
in the acid cold of a summer breeze
And I never
got to tell you
how sad the cup you used
for drinking evening coffee
laced with Kahlua
how sad it
looks
porcelain stained
a chip on the base
how sad
sitting on the top shelf of the cupboard
behind the wine glasses.
