New Poem

[Arania]

I Think You Lost Your Game Of "Memory"

I tried.
(tried way harder than on those
bull**** history papers)
and you won't budge
from your cold
marble sit-in
in my stomach.

Well **** you then.

(I didn't mean that.)
The assault is that
I didn't mean that.

You'd notice if you
hadn't mistaken me
for a mismatch
and flipped me back over.

Now on other men's
off-white linen
I'm a coffee stain
from your five-dollar cup.