Rebound

I bet now I’ll taste you for at least six months

like in the morning,

no matter how long I brush my teeth

or when I shower,

even if I decide to eat my soap

with every meal,

like an added spice,
there you'll be

and it’ll take great will

to keep from vomiting

“it’s like I’m making love to you,” you said that night

all enthusiastically

so giddy like a kid

and I closed my eyes really tight to pretend

you were anyone else I’ve ever been with

“Mmmhmm,” I fake-moaned into your brown ear

as I cried

and you didn’t notice