Jealousy
wrecks
the best of me.
It bitters my skin
& shrivels my cells.
It wedges itself
inner shelves
it stores
in my pores
and pours
unfortunate
into important
pristine
places.
My insides
long for
innocent luster
now dulled by
oxidized greens
flattened esteem
and the
brick
of mean.
I am unclean
