standing on the beach
as the tsunami of your resentments
overtakes me, leaves me gasping for breath,
but all I breathe in are words that seethe.
i remember, once, you called me a house of cards,
the cruelest thing you ever said
but now i am that, as you slam each card
with bitter brown water, swirling it,
pulling it down with years of angry.
there’s no house any more,
just a bunch of lost cards
you are trying to drown.