YOU MUST HAVE MEANT A LOT TO ME

carrying everything
that was yours
in suitcases
backpacks and
shopping bags
you struggled out
onto the porch and
you slammed that
front door shut
with your foot

but before I could lock it
you burst back inside
threw my house key at
my head while still
screaming your
vicious mantra
I'M DONE
I'M DONE
I'M DONE
the second time you
slammed the door so
hard that pictures
fell from the walls

I locked the door
and sat down
in the kitchen
drank two
bottles of wine
good wine

then went upstairs
climbed into the
unmade bed
and filled an entire
black & white
composition book
with poems
about you
and you
and me
and us

when i ran out of pages
I began to write sideways
in tiny print
on the outer margins

I dozed off
woke to the sun
had a hit of wine
and flipped through
the composition
book

Yes, I thought
my magnum opus
my best-selling book
of poetry
a book for the masses

i threw it into the
corner of the room and
I couldn't stop laughing

all those poems
more than two hundred pages
they were all fucking rhymers

and i am out of wine