I walk nude. Breast bounce.
Nipples perk from chill.
I close the door behind.
Open tattered shower curtains.
I pull up from inside the drain
hairs. The only thing you left
behind. I slap them against the wall.
You tossed my love into the sewer
as easy as your bowels push shit.
I can only wonder
if I grab a wire hanger
use your hairs as bait
fish within the drain
could I reel
my heart
back in?
© 2014 Raquel Reyes-Lopez