Arguing Over Infidelities

The slam swift and hard
Against a dresser drawer
Far from my face
But meant squarely for it

Yes, you wanted me
Having had it like a man
To curl up and live inside my womb
So reminiscent of your first days of life

MAMITA! I love her!
MAMITA! I want her!

Sure there is no room
But now here you are
Throwing a temper tantrum
Just under my skin

And yes, “I was wrong”