"Post-It on the Fridge" by Giovanni Dania

Post-It on the Fridge

I start out of bed
Perspiring profusely.
A dream, and fragments of memory,
Electrochemical overload in my spine.
(a rebellious fist threatened the heavens...)
Two piles in the living room: what's hers, what's mine.
Oh, she's taking all the Doors CD's.
Not one Kotex anywhere, this time she means it;
Although she'd left the bedsheets sticky,
She really means it: she's gone for good.
Fragments of memory interweave themselves
With my nightmares. Her rebellious fist
Punches me, and I cry tears of blackest blood.
There's a bowl and a spoon in the sink.
She couldn't even clean up after herself.
A Post-It on the fridge: "I'll pick up my stuff later,"
Not even signed.
I open a cabinet, and-- damn!
She ate the last of the Trix

Composed some time in 1992