Jealousy Isn’t a Good Color

Poetry

I caught you without trying,

and maybe that is what

took my breath away —

more than the cheating,

more than the other girl’s

arm slung around your waist,

her hand tucked away

inside your back pocket —

just the way he likes —

and I would have left you

all alone, to your business

(and yourselves),

but I’m not that kind of girl.

I walked right up to you —

yes, him, not her —

and slammed my Coke

into your chest — to ruin

the spirit jersey you loved —

and you gaped at me

like you couldn’t believe

you had been found out.

I don’t know what you saw,

but by Monday morning

words worse than witch

followed me around,

and you even joked

that my eyes had gone