You Compared Me to a Scab, by Julene Waffle

Woman with Dog, by Pablo Picasso (Spain) 1962

You Compared Me to a Scab
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in that poem I found in the trash you forgot to empty. You denied everything, saying Sometimes life is fiction. Then I caught you singing to her across a bar. I called you at her house, warned her Once a cheater, always a cheater, told you to get your stuff.  And you showed up in your Jeep with her; she never even unbuckled.  Was she your backbone? Did you expect me to invite her in for sun tea with lemon?  I told you from the top of the stairs, You’re a coward.  But deep down I already knew that. 

Hearts love who they love, 
but I'm keeping the dog.

Julene Waffle
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Julene Waffle, graduate of Hartwick College and Binghamton University, is a teacher, family-woman, boy-mom, pet-mom, nature-lover, and life-lover. She enjoys pretending like she has it all together. Her work has appeared in The Adroit Journal Blog, The English Journal, Mslexia, The Ekphrastic Review, among other journals and anthologies, and her chapbook So I Will Remember.  Learn more at www.wafflepoetry.com, X: @JuleneWaffle, and Instagram: julenewaffle.