Little Ways

All the little ways that love falls apart

To perfectly part, not to perfectly part

Left a bag in a cart on a subway

On Sunday argued in the pouring rain

Fucked up the umbrella, then annihilated it
against a cold gray light pole
off the avenue

Were we trying to understand something?

The dog you didn’t train very well went to
a good home
where a young boy loved her with all his
and she passed away after about seven years

I left a bowl on the table
You said don’t do that
I said “so, sue me”
You wanted more salt in the dish

The rain soaked kisses made your kisses taste
like tomatoes
in the air
when we breathed over fresh cut fields
at a different time, different place
making up
when we should have always made up

when we did we made up really good


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