argument #147

Yes, of course, tonight
is a big, big fight.

I was purring but you were growling
crumpling me up like a browned old
paper sack.

The light creeps in; it's the morning hour
and you are flinging me around, breaking
my back.

You won't mean the words tomorrow but
I'll still remember every thing you've said --
you can't take it back.

If you touch me tonight, a bit too harsh
I might do something surprising, this time
I might fight back.