Harbinger

He did that on purpose.
Unrepentant. How dare he?
I used to put up with that,
but not now, not in recovery,
not when I’m trying,
working so hard.
Shut up, mind. Of course
it’s resentment.
He did it on purpose, though.
What do you mean I can’t afford it?
He did it. He meant to be mean.
Hurt me more? Sure. He’s not hurt.
I am. A slippery slope? Hush.
Oh, all right. I’ll fix him
so he can’t hurt me.
I’ll forgive him.

Harbinger