everyday

Our fights are like playing catch, with the same,

Old, tired out truama of childhood, toss an insult,

It was my mother's maybe my grandmother's before,

You return in kind, and there's a moment, when

The pause settles in the air, and we do not know

will it continue on or end it all. What happens?

If we just stop? Don't hold our breath waiting

For the return, the same day as yesterday,

back and forth of you and me? I am just the

worst moments of a kid in a ball, thrown

to you, you catch and throw me back.

I want you to keep me, hold me, caress me,

Like you are in the produce aisle and

I am a ripe, red apple,  but you don't.

You never have. 

Sometimes,

I get a glimpse of a woman in the mirror

I don't know her but I like her, do you know this?

Does it scare you and you tighten your grip?