You see,
    there’s this thing
   about you…
   …in the way that you chew
words
so effortlessly

Stomach
on    empty
after you spewed
  all   over   my   sleeve

Where I wear
my heart
  no courtesy
  to  wipe  it  clean

You would let it
stain
if it weren’t for the
       rain
to wash it
                   away.