After Work (poem)

After Work

My lips puff

To destroy the evidence,

That stings my throat and

Burns my lungs.

I lean back on the sofa

Eyes heavy, like I finished crying

Now I’m ready to

Laugh.

The waistband around my jeans

Feels tighter

Everything feels tighter

I feel everything.

My headache is gone.

The pen against the pad is smooth and easy.

He kisses my mouth and

Tears a hole in my lungs.

Now the blue scarf hangs on the rack,

My neck is cold.

I leave room for Mike on the couch,

He is miles away.

Trapped in a cage

Body like liquid.

I stare at the women on T.V,

Mouths moving, heads purring.

My tongue is relaxed

Lucky girl

I don’t have to speak

For days.