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Remember when you made guacamole

and I threatened to kill myself?

Remember dancing to disco on a

bear skin rug?

At your uncle’s cabin?

.

I told you

it was just chicken

while cooking chicken. I

was so clever,

we wrote my epitaph

under the sheets. I

didn’t think too much of the

judgment I saw when you smelled

my breath.

.

Enough drinking. I’m Andrew

Jackson and I’m a lovemaking

machine. Tough. Oiled. Killer.

Thriller.

I apologize for being crass

you say when you enter

the shower while I’m shitting.

.

I love you

I love you

I love you -

this damn greeting

card is broken. You

didn’t have to pick its eyes out.

We knew what you meant.

But

that’s my baby.

Angry and lotioned.

.

I know you said you’d

stop writing love poems

I said to the sink. We’re

good friends.

I vomit in Tuesdays and

get dry mouth on Wednesdays.

.

Tough cookie. Tough cookie.

Tough cookie. Tough cookie.

.

All we know is the past

so remember the 92

Grand Prix?

.

Nobody danced with you.

I wonder why.

Sorry.

The cat got the meybakrd.

Keyboard.

Sorry.