Tonight's Poet Corner: Rubbed Off

Rubbed Off
by Belinda Roddie

Weird.

I could have sworn
I wrote, I love you,
on the whiteboard
magnetized to the fridge,

and I have the distinct
of you writing that you
loved me back. But now
the words we wrote have
served to be fleeting,

though I thought they'd
be almost permanent,
and even now, I feel
the letters stenciled
onto my skin, engraved

into my ribs, injected
into my heart like sweet,
sweet narcotics, stimulating
my sorry excuse for a soul
again.