Friday, January 3, 2025

break up with your boyfriend

My girl anticipates a grief that will be like dying

She chokes on a keel like she might gag

She might vomit the rock of horror

She’s birthing an unreleasable hot loss

There’s something clean in the pain or there could be

It’s the love coin flipped to the goodbye side

Which is white with raw blind burning

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