Allow me to wax poetic of him
That his shine be crystal clear

He said a forever kitchen from the start
I have his lyrical notes tattooed to prove it

Ask to see
Be willing to wonder whether

They tell the epic tale of the day he drove me to the dump
He wore big pink rain boots

How can you know?
He still feigns tears

Oh, codependent girl
You too will become tethered

First to his graces, then to his dust

Buried in grief, you’ll slip
And be giv’n only an ice storm

Unless
For he’s a literary literal tool

Throw him the bone he’ll throw you
Would that the way set before you

Become you
And not his another footpath