Break Up Sex (or Michelangelo)
                                              Sean Igoe




I spent years painting you a Sistine
Chapel on your apartment’s ceilings, 

but had to stop eventually because
who was I kidding; I don’t paint shit

because I hate the way that paint smells
and how it cracks and dries out my skin

and the way it stays in my nailbeds,
but I was there on my back staring

up for years like I was on scaffolds
getting that angel’s body just right

and probably got lead poisoning
because of you, and I don’t want this.