Relationship Goals



i will never know
true love
merely live like Po
and die like Plath,
making my bed
every morning
above the loose bones of
my loveliest.
his tombstone a
headboard
i chisel my misery into
before breakfast:

two eggs
    - scrambled
bacon
    - crisp
toast
    - light on the butter
and a warm cup
of steaming
gasoline...


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