an open letter to my ex who will not go away...

*ahem*

You’re an itchy, scabie, prickly rash, embarrassing and vile

A chronic, nasty canker that flares up once in a while

I wish you that would go away and simply leave me be

Instead I wonder when you will recur to bother me

I wish I’d never met you; wish that we’d never connected

Then I would have the joy of never having been infected

You’re crotch rot, hives, icthyosis; a swollen, bloated cyst

You’re scleroderma (localized), you are psoriasis.

You’re impetigo, anal warts, atopic dermatitis

You’re carcinoma, angioma, tinea capitis

You’re a burning yeast infection; you are darier’s disease

You’re keratoacanthoma, you’re chiggers and you’re fleas

You’re something I contracted in a third-world country dung house

You’re totally incurable like a nasty, toe-nail fungus

You’re Onychomycosis, you’re Pompholyx and Halo Nevus

Please tell me what I have to do to get you, man, to leave us?

I’d do anything I had to, to forget you were my mister

And remember you as simply an achrochordonic blister.