BLACK EYE

I'm fine, she said, even though I'm really not,
but that's what I've learned to tell people
when they ask me how I am, so
they don't have to deal with my problems.
I had another fight with my boyfriend.
I hit him with a broom over the head,
because he was ignoring me. He smacked
me with his spiked bracelet in the eye.
I look like shit. We get along well,
until we start drinking & sleeping together,
& I have to keep reminding myself to do
other things with him, like go rowing
on the lake, but then what's the use
of having a boyfriend if you can't do what you like.