Are you still mad? Am I?

I can’t remember

One minute

I was tucked

into your bed

The next, I was walking into cold December

November was a concrete slab

tied to my foot as I jumped off the pier

October and September

I tried swimming on my own

Treading mud, a shark fin

Slicing through fear

I tighten my scarf and lose my breath

As your harsh words pluck the trees bare

Tangle my hair, redden my cheeks

The “I love yous” and the “fuck yous”

Fall like acorns at my feet