Forgetting Why

Smell her eyelashes
and forget where the minute went
tossing legs that close tightly
over and over
pushing away the wandering pain
of numbness.

Confusion wrapped in
overreaction or
slow revelation
that hurts so sharp
that wandering toward it
feels like seppuku.

Kill her
quickly so that she
gets what she deserves–
awkward facial expressions
without time to
say goodbye, show remorse
or relinquish her last day of mediocre sins.