Adam Day
If you’d known
what a bland man
I was
when you married me
I could have
avoided all those
emotional crises.
But what’s wrong
with being slapped?
I request it.
And there is
the sound of water
spilling down
the back of the desk.
I am
an aardvark-tongued
bootlicker, but
for a long time
there weren’t
any witnesses.