Look at what you did –
you made the cat move.
You pulled that face again.
Out of your back pocket, you blinked.
And yes, that gave me the answer.
And yes, it smelled of chewing tobacco and Listerine and gun powder.
Look at what you did –
you left me alone on the airport tile.
“Nothing you say makes sense.”
I’m not a fucking child.
No.
I’m surprised you got through security with that.
And yes, the sting of your stare,
alongside shattered Tupperware.
Look at what you did –
you buried me there.
How could you forget?
The first time this happened.
And yes, again, there you are in the train station.
And yes,
Look at what you did —