you tell me it's all fine now
it's different, it's different

i scrape the cheese from of the bottom of the pot
watch it fall to the ground, feel my stomach miss it

you can't see me, here
holed up with no life, no job, no friends
i'm a strong woman; i've moved on

i'm not worried about you
or runaway cheese
or spiders nipping at my ankles

three years later.