a triptych by meat loaf and chesney fowler

You and I sat facing each other in the bathtub

Flushed with raucous laughter and desire 

Slippery handed, the shampoo bottle got away from us

There were four wine glasses before I hurled one over

my husband trying to get his attention. Now,

just a dent. Just more scars in this house for sale

I've become an animated lint

roller for gritty flotsam and

overworked memories 

Rip them off like old paper