The Good Hostess

He introduced me

To broken glasses,

Holes in walls

Bruised eyelids

And disconnected phone calls

He introduced me

To bad excuses

The one where I fell down the stairs

Tripping over one of my muses

He introduced me

To a quiet place

That only I could stay

A room

With two chairs,

A glass of isolation

And a bottle of fear

He introduced me

To the cage

A hairline fracture

And a demon called “Rage”

My eyes are full

Like the moon

My head heavy

From being pulled at the roots by you

I still hear

You screaming,

I’m so sorry my love,

Then a kick,

Then a shove

He introduced me to the meaning

Of demeaning

He introduced me to the hand

That visited my face,

The back of my head,

I know the pinch like I know night

I know the before looks,

I know the after looks,

I know the during looks

Like I know light

Guess I’m just becoming a little too familiar

With all of these things he’s introduced me to

They’re all just a bunch of unwelcome guests

Lucky for him,

I’m such a good goddamn hostess