the villain and I have already placed our bets

we lay in bed unaffectionately and counted the juvenile cracks
in the corners and the many paper-machette breasts
adorning the ceiling, acrylic light painted onto
glossy paper.

I know of both kinds
of chocolates, both ages
of sugar, both nines
and fives.

The blue moon commits rape
on the nights that you awake still smelling
like her.

And, after the fact, you returned
to one another, possibly
as you were always meant to do.

She's lamb-bent sicksore. But we give it
two - three
to become
facebook official.