I will spit in her soup today.

        Not to be spiteful
               or malicious
                                               nor to be rude
                                                        or hateful.
     But rather because I know..
            Because I know it's the only
chance my saliva
         has to touch her lips.

                          A thought I once
believed to be so harmless
                           which has overwhelmed me
                                 to such an extent
           that I can
                 no longer
        bear it.

                              Why does she torment me?
      Her mere presence makes me sick.

                 Oh how I wish
         for just one Sunday
                            she would get lunch
        somewhere else-

     Please don't
         go
somewhere else
                     I didn't mean it.

         I need her.

                                      Oh how badly
                        I hope
She doesn't order salad.