You left somethinga few years ago
and I have made it into a fetish:
an object of honor
up on a shelf
held in high regard
only annually used
for the filthy purposes
you presumed.

It is a small thing,
something you would presume
would have been thrown out
but I couldn’t bear that be done
with something that you held
so I kept it, treasured it,
and now it is the fetish on the wall
used religiously
for its customary purposes.