Stiflings

I see the cuts, the bruises, the burns. The coughing fits that will not stop. The crying jags that will not stop. The trips to the hospital. Tell me again how good he is for you.

You're leaving me tonight. Like you do most nights. But you're always back in the morning.

It's not jealousy, it's envy. So many afternoons, your mouth drinking him in while mine is watering.