[for the woman of my 30’s]
that last year or so betting against myself:
words misspent wasted that last real conversation in the kitchen
when we each looked through looked past the other
[for the woman of my 30’s]
that last year or so betting against myself:
words misspent wasted that last real conversation in the kitchen
when we each looked through looked past the other
this weariness of the monsters I’ve made
this bubble gum soul stretched beyond flavor
[for my daughter’s mother]
never upon a time not once
would you believe I really did
hope you’d end up happy