For What it's Worth

For What it’s Worth

You see,

I think I kind of lost control

of my coronaries when your

coldly inconsolable wife called me

long past your bedtime,

Sunshine.

I didn’t know that my

chest’s cavity could

close in so quickly,

nor that I could be

held culprit for a commitment

that crumbled back when I

still thought that

boys had cooties.

I curse the milk

that boils on my cheekbones,

and the catch in my throat

when you call me

Hummingbird.

My Fifty cents.

Just take it.

#poetry