Stain

A circle of third degree burn - soy candle wax

mixed with my brown carpet from when 

we fucked too close to the bedside table 

 ~ ~ My skin keeping your sweat ~ ~

~  ~in my pores to remember~  ~ 

The indent in the bedsheets where you played

 with my hair, an endless distress of knots 

I take forever to brush out (I’d still let you) 

The dead Roses framed on the wall 

shouting for a replacement or water 

(but it’s too late)

Something to think about: (The rainbow is beautiful only

because it made itself, if we were to touch it 

the stain would never wash away.)