
P. G.
Fridge Magnets
Updated: Jun 1, 2021
A poem by P. G.

it was me
who destroyed
the painting
in that bedroom
you said it
was her’s
your girlfriend’s
from her childhood
a memory
of a parent
how poetic
how sweetly ironic
I tried
not to
I was just
so angry
at seeing
the place
that way
so foreign,
so cold,
my home
now a house
my room
now a room
how could you
how could you?
how could you
let her do that
to it
to me
to us
i want you to be happy
i mean it
how can you be happy
when your children
are in pieces
like basement drywall
i told you
how i felt
and what this would do
to me
but you don’t care
do you
about me,
about us,
your children,
cold and removed,
like fridge magnets
peeled, ripped,
thrown away.