I had a dream last night
that you refused to talk
to me, and you stared
angrily at walls, burning
holes through bricks. You
walked straight into me and
your bitterness was a bulldozer
that i couldn't stop, couldn't
read the words ironed on
your shirt. So I started to
cry, tried your name on
my tongue but you wouldn't
hear me anymore. And at the
end i gave myself to you and
you pushed me off and walked
away, seething,

*that's what you get