Rest Went Perfect

We drove the Cherokee into the pool.
Rest went perfect.

I fell in love with you.

Still do—

love you,
fall in love.

The bears ate all the fucking food.
Rest went perfect.

Everyone woozy on their own terms—
the baby with being new,
the banker with numbers.

Us with whatever it is
we do.

Our soldiers lost the war.
Rest went perfect.

I fell in love with whatever
we do on the floor.

Caught you crying over
never having more—

boo fuckin’ hoo.

Perfect.

 

 

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