He says, “I will keep my heart good for you.”
Like it is a dairy product and has an expiration date
and has already begun to curdle at the edges.
I have a problem with letting things go. There was
a couple on the bus today that signified their breakup
by moving to opposite sides of the vehicle.
We are all so lonely. Happiness was wiping my lipstick
off of his cheek. Don’t tell me I don’t know anything
about love. This is the most hopeful thing
I’ve written in months.