What's worse than
behavior
running amok?

What's worse than
betrayal
self-imposed?

I'll tell you
the
conclusion
I've
drawn tonight.

In my marrow
enmity grows,
infects my self-regard.
How else did I find
myself here, dejected,

wholly wet
pursuing
brief contentment

through besmirched
eyeliner
streaming my face

in a mirror,
in your home,
at night without a car?
I'll catch the TriMet

to my bed, once again.