pushing dirty mop water
around the floor
so that when you walk in tomorrow morning
all you will notice is the chairs
out of place
it gets later and later
and i haven't gone running
and thats it!
i will never speak to him again
just
like
that.
I will analyze everything
and try to pull some playing cards
from the stringy, flesh-lined gap
i will try to make a perfect poached chicken
from moments of raw onion and cold fat
I will try, my very damndest
not to call or text
because it is all
very clear.
it was all said.
don't act like
you are confused
because you're not.
he is, and if you think you can get something
out of his confusion
with just a little deception
just a tiny bit
of a fine guilt sauce
over a bed of fluffy, delicate manipulation
please write your giddy love stench off
as something not worth all the sweat.
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