You stained my quilt,
The one made in a co-op
By Mexican women
From scraps.
You stained my mind,
The one I'm trying to hold together With bourbon and therapy
And twine.
You, with your pictures
Of wife and children, two.
You, the one night stand
That lasted two months.
You can't even carry on
A conversation
Much less a love affair.
After you pay for my quilt
You can go.
