I had been intermittently
crying and raging angry all day
but that was something else
of course
it had nothing to do
with nubby white creme
writhing scratching soreness
and then it hit me
why can't I remember I have Herpes?

I called the but scared
outbreak reinfector guy
I had just fucked also known as my ex
asked him for the Zovirax back
that I had just lent him
A.S.A.P.

he said
is that why you really called?

I think itchy vagina
is a sufficient reason for a phone call
instead I said
are you mad at me or something?
then tried to explain my state
of intolerable itchiness

he said
well don't take it out on me
I don't need your whining
it's not my fault

I said
yes it is
you gave it to me...remember?

he graciously offered to tape the pills
enclosed in an old Prozac prescription bottle
to the right hand lobby wall
of his apartment complex
so that I could pass by and pick that up from him too