Today, I decided I’m done.Twisting my hips awayFrom your once loving tongue in anguish.My words, terse over breakfastGentle nudges and sighs, won’t last.I ask it straight. Why? You’ve known meForever. My me-ness?My mind and persona, direct as a pact.Tell me! You, the guilty one here flinched,Why has your tongue taken a life force of grit?Watching you flush; fork hoveringMouth open, tongue soft, pink.Not the sandpaper that...