Bomb Shelter

my hand explodes

and I can't reach you from over here

trapped between your infidelities

and the wall

scattered shards of cardiac muscle

decorate the bedspread

in flecks of red and blue

that seem

at first glance

like part of the floral print

but stick to my skirt

and leave a stain

that sends me to Heloise and the internet

looking for the remedy

to heal the inconvenient mess