I’ve Set Out All of the Traps for Us

by Kiara Nicole Letcher

I start to miss you right after you leave
and then at night I feel a deep ache
in that need spot.

Feeling full to the brim with urgency
soft serve ice cream
melting off the cone.

Why are you holding my mouth so wide open?
So wide open in lust and embarrassment?!
Why are you seeing me so full and lush?

I see tarnished jewelry and
half-eaten birthday cake.

Don’t look at me that way
don’t you watch me like that
with your hand on the throttle
and my trap door
fully open.