Cyclical

The phone rings

And rings

And rings

Asks

Where

I’ve been.

“Well, I’m long gone,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

You’ll come home to

A vacuumed carpet,

rinsed-washed dishes,

six-pack of scattered

aluminum cans,

folded bedsheets,

only to…

…relapse back

to you,

and

talk it over

in bed,

with a

sloppy,

saucy,

fuck.