4.
You discussed me. You really did, and you disgust me. You do. Hence, I masticate and digest you like a thick Norwegian stew of sour potatoes and boiled squid. And you glance knives at me like I’m an irritating little kid or rare flightless honeybee. In any case I’m glad we’re through, no longer boo plus boo makes two but rather separate yous ticketed for entirely different Caribbean cruises eating 100% unrelated pupusas.
5.
How hard it is to be separated from the one you love. How much harder to be separated, limb from limb, by an orangutan.
-this poem originally appeared in the anthology “Soft Launch”
6.
Life? Well, let’s just say it’s easier to get through if you have a job and someone who loves you.