Poem: EN LA BASURA

Hot dinner with you

Laughing, talking, sharing

Good things we love

You ask where it is

The overly sweet

Overly melted

Burnt sugar drivel

Es en la basura

Con tus mentiras

You accuse me

You throw

A tantrum

You distract

You insist

That it's all my fault

 You are drunk

And lying

You gave away my spirit

You gave away

 My time

My Life

To some some drunken

Wide thighed

Cajoling stranger

Who plays with your guilt

The way a fisherman

Plays with his dinner

Before he skins it whole

And says

I thought we had an understanding

                               by Patricia K Phillips