29.10.02 - 11:00 p.m.

you were a tiny parasite cured with tea and
a good talking-to, one i mightve asked
to stay if i were older or richer in
money or sanity. i dont think your ears were
deaf to my apologies - you listened but you slammed the door
on your way out, shook me with a single shock of pain
as if to say youll be sorry.