Day One

you broke a pinky promise 

and have decided that 

you cannot possibly hurt 

anyone from Albuquerque

— worse, you cannot 

write a poem about how 

everything sucks and say 

something gross like 

boogers — even though 

that works, usually.

your ex offered you

advice but you’ve 

forgotten the smell of his sweat;

he has been saying awesome 

more to make it feel like 

you’re around. the universe is 

riding him, cowgirl. you wait for a 

bus for ages then two come 

along at once. he begs you to 

let go, dear 

because if people keep telling you

that you are evil you are going to

become evil — double down

and fuck them all — in the 

sexual way. get 

the big one, the main

one, they’re saying. feel

him crumble inside of you;

and feed on it. or 

get sober, i guess. 

and really try, this time; 

cause you’ve spent 

a lot of nights on the pavement

recently and we both know 

that there’s nothing more 

fulfilling than a bunch of 

drunk guys — so really try.

Are you gonna look back

and say you really,

really tried?