#62
“Table for one?”
Don’t look at me like that. I’ll
gut you with my Slap Chop.
_________
#63
My fuck buddies are
now fucking each other and
not me. Fucking great.
_________
#64
Your words are somehow
more intimate. There is no
room for detachment.
_________
#65
I cannot bring myself
to unpack. It will
really be over then.
_________
#66
These poems. Another
way to pay off the debt
to her memory.
_________
#67
My heart is an empty
stadium, where only I
am applauding.
_________
#68
You may as well take
everything. My truths exclude
imagination.
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