so we turned its face to the wall
threw cast-off items over it
and only thought about
peeking underneath
in the deadest hours of the night,
only talked about it
behind closed doors
with the radio turned up loud.
It makes us suspicious
of one another.
We sleep lightly.
If she gives in and offers it
something I know
all will be lost – tough love
is no coward’s game.
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Baltimore native Jeffrey Park lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary school and teaches business English to adults. His latest poems have appeared in Subliminal Interiors, Mobius, eDanse Macabre, Darkling Magazine, My Favorite Bullet and elsewhere.
