i have to remember
all the things that
were bad
are bad
i need strength to
move on from here
i have to consider
that i am not in
your thoughts
in any way
i need to be resolute
to sit on my hands
to bite my tongue
i have to decide
to accept the fact that
you will continue to use me
if i let you

Fig

I can smell the fig before I even touch it.

A dusky purple blue.

Not too soft.

Full of fertile seed.

I am pleased and he knows so.

I split it into quarters so we can share.

He’s never had one before.

He wants praise.

I don’t want to talk while I eat it.

I suspect the offering.