THREE WORDS

Your apartment was dark and oppressive
I hid there while the hockey game played on the radio;
the tray slowly filled up with our ashes while I adjusted the antenna,
white noise interrupted by punches to the face
lost teeth, black eyes
sharp blades scraping fresh ice.

I took my glasses off to make you worthwhile
you grabbed my wrinkled tshirt with a strong fist and lied.
Your words fell like leaves in autumn;
beautiful dead ends that you would then crush
between your fat black shoes and the cold winter sidewalk.
I was smart enough not to believe you
but naiive enough to listen.

We were a crappy breakfast
sour yogurt and burnt toast
and I was a starved kid craving attention.
I don’t really care about you anymore
but I’m still hungry
and perhaps that will insult you enough.