you ask me if I like who I’ve become
and I wonder why you’d whisper such a brutal thing.
to you this is an innocent question-
you ask it as you kiss my cheek.
you don’t know my full name
much less the damage i’m repenting.
we’re two strangers in heaven-
tangled up in borrowed tent.
(a traveler and a liar make their bed)
“yes, I love her” I said
the lovedrunk cowgirl 