We talked about your last goodbye

Not last like final

But the last time you said it

Chronologically

You said it had felt sensual

Knowing you would be away for a week

Knowing the light would shine somewhere else

For those blessed seven days

 

I told you what had happened

One day in

When my typewriter grew fangs

And the microwave meals you had left

Lined up in the freezer in order of day

Began to conspire against me

Whispering

Pissing little curses

 

You said you had never felt so good

When you got off the plane

And I wasn’t with you

You told me it was like

Stepping over clouds

After walking through treacle

For so many years

We sat up until three a.m

And I told you how

On the third day

The toaster turned into a nuclear warhead

Spitting out napalm shadows

And hate filled curses

The kitchen thick with smoke

Horrible smoke

 

You showed me the video

Of you getting fucked by a radiant Italian

His hands all over you while you screamed

Then semen dripping down your chin

While you smiled at the camera

And told me you never loved me

 

I told you about the refrigerator

Its cool black door replaced

With the dripping maw of the devil

Crying out and screaming

For souls and rape and torture

Calling out for the curve of my spine

The taste of my flesh

The anaglyptic wallpaper

We had chosen together

Mocking my masculinity

Forcing me to succumb

To the cock

The leather

The snap of the whip

The smell of the sweat

 

You told me you were leaving me

For no one

That being alone would be better

Than this hollow monstrosity

You said I couldn’t give you kids

So we had no reason to be together

You spat out my name like it hurt you to say it

Your eyes turning black as night

 

I tried to reason with you

To tell you how

On the fifth day

I had slayed the microwave

With a sword of purest diamond

Then turned on the food processor

As it charged me with its spinning blade

Calling me a cunt

A twat

A useless prick

All your pet names for me

 

You said it mattered not

Though you didn’t say it so properly

That you hated me

That you wished the appliances had killed me

That you wished I’d never been born

And as you said your final goodbye

This time the one that indicates finality

You slammed the door shut

As the coffee percolator threw spears of light

That slammed through me

Like love and hate

And the endless dripping of life.