acetaminophen

I push until I pierce three times

through thin aluminum.

with tepid water from the tap

running down my throat,

I don’t know what loss I mourn.

 

curled up like an embryo,

I used to suck you up as well,

you’d mute the symptoms for a while

until I got too used to you.

until I’d have to up the dose.

 

instead your impact lingered;

and like acetaminophen, it left

a burning stomach wall,

the ache of missing him,

and craving for you still.