When I finished the Discarded chapbook of roommate poems, it was amazing how many poems I left out or gave up on. Particularly when they were the poems I had pegged for the book since I first envisioned it nearly three years ago. This is one of them. Seemed a perfect fit at the time. Now...eh.
On Your Girlfriend’s Ultimatum
You always preferred pizza
over Asian cuisine
and others’ company over mine.
If both facts were any different,
I’d say let’s meet, years later,
to play a variation of the “in bed”
fortune cookie game,
reciting former lovers’ letters
and studio photo inscriptions
finishing each cliché with the word
“but,” or even “however,”
ellipses, dot dot dots optional
but still understood
whether unsaid or not.
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