You don’t see it,
but you’re just backup,
the go-to-girl
when he wants to feel
significant;
he doesn’t really need you.
Don’t look at me
(like I’m crazy),
you know damn well
I’m right.
What difference does it make?
It’s been a while since vanity kept me awake;
I’m dying,
you know.
Besides,
beggars can’t be choosers
and I’m spiritually crippled.
I told you yesterday I couldn’t breathe.
Then stop
sucking in your stomach.