Callous

eyes do not water it
all down
a lion does not apologize for killing
a gazelle
she must keep the heart
closed I tell her I
clarify and
still she looks at me
banging my pretentious
soup box
fist
In vain I
search the kitchen for an
answer to why I
am so callous
I back down
I lie which
is the only

good thing

I have ever done

for her