Unforgiveable Acts
Euphoria is only possible
by uncoupling from affray
She rolled me over so far
that I am now low – cowed
by a fear of never forgiving
her – my youngest’s mother
I lie in beds of others’ sighs
and wake to complications
I fail to recognise myself
in their bathroom mirrors
My pilferage of toothpaste
becomes my regular crime
along with naked promises
of being a polished surface
No smears from her fingering
is my implausible defence