It was the morning you smashed the coffee mug
my mother made me on the kitchen floor.
It was the night you pressed your palm into my back, told me to stop
acting like a god damned child in front of your father.
It was the sunrise I woke and you were half-
dressed in the shower with the whiskey bottle shattered into the drain.
This was what I learned love was.
Love, love is the breaking open
of all the things we thought we understood.