one time, i had a dream that she would hate me.
and i wasn't far off, but her reasons are different,
which i think is the worst thing of all.

she calls me a nightmarish thing,
a disappointment, a liar, a coward.

she says i don't know a thing.
she's a hypocrite, a bitch, a cynic.

she says i'm going to die one day.
she's right and i agree. but for what it's worth, it's not for the same reasons.

i tell her i love her, a blemish of pink,
soda tasting like a shot of vinegar in my throat.

(she just laughs

and drops the plate into the sink)