Valentine (III)

Remember the Twilight Zone where the guy
buys a love potion? Bad news, major
backfire, no big shock. We, on the other
hand, ration our elixir, doling out
doses like methadone. When things get good
we cork the bottle: a fortnight’s abstinence
with no valid cause; a battle over
your bringing the baby into our bed;
the fact that I lost your headphones, forcing
you at the gym to listen from your treadmill
as two fat women ridiculed a third.
Moderation. Take care with this substance
or you might end up nametagged, nursing
decaf in the mildewed basement of a church.