Eggplant

Is the couch
purple, you said
Eggplant, I said
and laughed
Everything the ex used
in decorating the house
was a food color
walls lemon and tangerine
lettuce in the bedroom
She did all the cooking
because after a while
I grew weary of the food critic
never taking a break
You sit at my table
and say, this tastes good
If I had ever
ever
heard that when I was with her
you wouldn’t be here now
I’m glad, so glad, for the pain
that with you I now get to heal