Memories of you have hidden in tomorrow’s corner
like a big black cat
purring, thunder, rain and rage,
police doors opening questions and you crying ,
“but I love you ”
until I agree not to press charges
hobbling over broken glass on the grass outside our bedroom
where you throw lamps and potted plants
“because you had a bad day”
I am so sick
of your bipolar shadow lurking, threatening, whining
on the edge of my lashes.
Get your thumb sucking, tantrum throwing ass out here and fight me like a man.
Yeah, that’s right you heard me and my five foot five,
small boned clenched wrists,
quivering around the edges of an hour glass
Get the hell out here
We’re finishing this.