—THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A MELTDOWN  

Proof

Sometimes it feels like 

you ruined my life, 

though I’ve been known 

to hold a grudge.

I see you with him, his 

corncob chin tucked 

against your clavicle at 

a football game and my 

only response is to shudder.

You said you loved me once. 

You said it again and again. 

A few times you were naked 

and most times you were 

mere words on a screen, 

but you said it.

This poem is proof.