Ashes to Ashes

I’ve had it.
Yes
and
Finally.
The last not-nail in your coffin
has been driven in by inaction—
every thing
you didn’t do,
every promise
you made
and broke,
every emotion
Crowdedyou gave me
and took back again—
they’ve
finally sealed you
into that box.
The pallbearers
will see you
to your final resting place
in the rolling green hills
of my mossy heart,
with all the others
who were interred
for disappointing me.
You’re in plenty
of ham-fisted company
and one of the lucky last
in fact.

Next week
in the interest of conserving space
I’m switching to cremation.

Satiated

Do you remember that time
I cooked you dinner?
Chicken and rice.
Plantains and warm bread.
We ate and drank
and had a fight
and then
you fucked me
so long and hard
we forgot all about
dessert.