“Watch me knock over every cup of coffee poured in this house.
Watch me rip the pits out of fruit just to throw the whole thing away.
I don’t know how to be angry with you.
I don’t know why I thought the sound of your voice
could make up for all of the bad things that ever happened to me.
I tried to write poems about you leaving before you left me
because I was scared; now I write them because I don’t know what
else to do in your absence.
You have ripped something from both of us
but I don’t know what it is. I’m sorry I have to lie to make it easy.”
— “We Both Know What It Is” Trista Mateer