Housekeeping

I put on the necklace my mom wore to her wedding
To go see a guy who’s never washed his bedding.
I look at the clasp and it reminds me of how
She used to put it on, that time’s long gone now.
It’s sparkly and dainty and i’m just a wreck,
A virgin memory heals my bruised neck;
It doesn’t strangle, it doesn’t hurt
Like your hands on my throat
When you try to make me quiet, hide me from the world
While our bodies are tangled and curled.
I have never kept it on a random shelf.
I never touch it once it’s on myself
Like you never touch me once we’re done
And you can’t wait for me to be gone.
I seek the feels and thrills of a quiet life,
But i’ll never be your domestic wife.