"You know the oxygen we breathe
is killing us?
Rusting our blood vessels;
poisoning us. just helping
us live long enough to feel
as much of this as we can take —
every heartbreak between
now and when the pipes finally
I always change the subject
when I catch myself about
to tell her that I have always loved her,
or that I still have flower, and dinner, and movie, and liquor, and condom, and breakfast, and borders, and pastry-because-you’re-not-fat-and-you-should-be-able-to-taste-your-life receipts,
and the hotel room keys that would hang from rafters like the jersey numbers of star players if our relationship were ever reborn as a sports team.
the toothpaste tube she left
dry, but it’s still sitting on
Every few weeks,
She asks if I’m on something
or says “maybe you’ve developed ADD?”
I thank her for caring,
and blame the fluorescent lights.