Domestic

Domestic

He use to sleep in

my bed. He made it

so I was restless

without another body,

my personal flesh

pillow. Under sheets

our legs wrestled.

Two bodies as one,

we became a four-legged

monster. In the closet,

our shoes were separated

on the floor. One night

he put his boots on my

white Louis Vuitton's, "Filthy,"

he'd call me. "Slut,"

I'd retort. With fists,

we ended our discussion.

We both wound up

in the same bed.