Whatever Useless Things

Juliet Escoria

When he kissed
me there was only
one more thing
I wanted and that 
was to completely
disappear.
The mornings left
my insides sore
and the outer part
of me in a dust
film broken 
pieces of skin
and no dreams
remembered.
He did not regret
his wanting
although he
may have regretted
the fulfillment 
but what else
is there
to say about
desire.
The answer is
disappointing.
The answer is
not much.