walking home at night

 I never liked the dark and, thank god
I never loved you but I cannot believe
that I fantasized;

it’s too tempting-
this fucking idea of “love”  
 
I mean, who cares. I have a body and you
have a body and together  
we have something else.  
When you made me leave it helped me
realize that I am, in fact
(though I thought I was  
the human equivalent of cheap china
and old bone) I am  
 
tough like rubber; I’ve burned
out and left track marks on the cement  
in front of your home
(by the way, your roommate
offered me a ride.  
 
You didn’t even walk me down the drive.)