your red satin underwire bra
with his socks
to make
your B ******* look like
double D’s
to make a guys *****
sneeze.


You stuff
your memory
with insults
the man said.
You have it
locked inside your head.

You stuff
your face
with ice cream and cake
and a chocolate martini
to wash it down.
You cringe at his lifeless body
lying beside you in bed
that can’t perform.
This is your new norm.