See a doctor.
Tell him the cough wakes you
three, four times a night.
Betrayal, really,
a man-sized obstruction
in the chest.
Joke about childbirth,
pelvic floors
like sodden cardboard.
Smile when he smiles
as if he knows
destruction from within.
Take the inhaler.
Say nothing
of cold sheets.
Atomize rage
Breathe easier
without him.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
See a doctor.
Tell him the cough wakes you
three, four times a night.
Betrayal, really,
a man-sized obstruction
in the chest.
Joke about childbirth,
pelvic floors
like sodden cardboard.
Smile when he smiles
as if he knows
destruction from within.
Take the inhaler.
Say nothing
of cold sheets.
Atomize rage
Breathe easier
without him.
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