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my friend’s mother
read tabloid trash
all these couples
got back together
she showed me the photos
of a happy bearded actor
and a petite model
looking so content
in Spain

love dies
just like everything else
when the gods touch it

and no
I wasn’t bitter

I was bitter

if I cried for him
would there be a great
day of reckoning
in our filth filled palms

it seemed so necessary then

my friend’s mother
told me it was never over

I put her advice in my bladder
piss it out at thirty thousand feet
while I’m flying over the dying
farmlands of the west