He parted with pink lips--
but pink licks and strips the
bone, the belt buckle and below.
He bit with jagged
teeth-- like weather torn shingles.
His pin stripped pants of betrayal
lay on the floor. He eyed the door,
the telephone, my sagging breasts.
He labeled me velcro; said
I should let go. But he was the one
that stayed, that slept
with his mouth open, that used
my slippers when he walked
to the bathroom.