When you agreed
to an open relationship
I didn’t really think
that you’d already have partners in mind.
And when Rachel politely explained
how I’d misread her intentions
I was shocked
– just… shocked –
that you were already deep in
with a couple of people already.

You seem so loose lately,
no longer angry
at every little thing I say
not half as judgemental
as before our mutual decision.
Your clothes fit you better.
You are clearly
more happy
than when it was just you and me.

And I
am increasingly jealous
of the literally dozens of dudes
you’ve been dating.
I know,
you’ve only given me the names of one colleague
and two old boyfriends,
but when I think of you
with any of them
or all the others,
I get so angry.

Humanity is not meant to be monogamous.
It is unnatural,
and limits the spread of good genes.
I understand that it is only fear
and anxiety and cowardice
that keeps nerds needing to nest,
avoiding the preferable polyamory.
I get it
but every time
I see you come home
after a night on the town
with any one of your infinite lovers
I just want to fuck the Kevin right out of you.

Thank you
for sometimes letting me.