Crying Over Boys

I’m surrounded by boys
to cry over

The flavor of some week
or the one that got away

Surrounded by uneven
importances to cry over

Only one’s tantrum gets
my attention

Crying over boys, lit up
and cheeks dry

All the loves gone sour
curdle without spite

Crying, my tantrums cover
all of theirs

I spill salt over the biggest
smallest love.