Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Can't Go On

He broke my heart when I was 18

There was no argument

no moving out

no goodbye

he just went to her house

was wrapped in her arms

her legs

and never left


How many times did I have to get drunk and stand outside their bedroom window at 3 am to believe it?



Will you write me a love note?

His question was shy, so I said yes.


Grabbing a pen and stretch of register tape, I scratched out:


With bad music

thundering in a messy bar…

there was this guy

he wanted my attention so badly he could taste the frothy cold Budweiser on his lips

god, that was delicious


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