I am angry
          (that I love you,
           that you don't love me
           that these brownies are too sticky)
And that's
what I finally yell about.

You wrap an arm
around my shoulders
and
against reason
I melt.

I feel better.

My head rebels against this
But my heart sings
tells my body to relax and
          (you walk away,
           careless
           fancy-free)
sink into your

absence.