bitch.

For the fifth time this month
you say you’re going to leave
he calls you a cunt over the phone, in person
then walks the three miles to your house
and kisses your mouth until the word is just
a place on your body.
I don’t know what brings broken people together
maybe damage seeks out damage
the way stains on a mattress halo into one another
the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.

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