Once, You Asked Me for a Love Poem
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Never ASK for a love poem. For a boy I broke up with a long time ago.

Once, You Asked Me for a Love Poem

O, my lost love-

you’re like the sandcastle

you’re like the sandcastle I built once, at Lake Arthur,

you’re like the sandcastle I built once, at Lake Arthur, and forgot. The water rolled

you’re like the sandcastle I built once, at Lake Arthur, and forgot. The water rolled over you, and nothing

(nothing)

remains to mark the place

remains to mark the place that I (not we) built.

I think about us,

I think about us, (and about you)

I think about us, (and about you) perhaps as often

I think about us, (and about you) perhaps as often as I think about

I think about us, (and about you) perhaps as often as I think about the breeding of

I think about us, (and about you) perhaps as often as I think about the breeding of candystripe roses.

Less than I think

Less than I think about the mythology of

Less than I think about the mythology of the constellations

and more than I think

and more than I think about the mechanisms

and more than I think about the mechanisms behind plumbing in

and more than I think about the mechanisms behind plumbing in feudal Japan.

I think of you (when I do),

I think of you (when I do), with less passion than I reserve

I think of you (when I do), with less passion than I reserve for mummification techniques

I think of you (when I do), with less passion than I reserve for mummification techniques through the ages,

and more passion than

and more passion than I reserve for grammatical

and more passion than I reserve for grammatical variation in pre-Academie

and more passion than I reserve for grammatical variation in pre-Academie French.

You are an event, fossilized

You are an event, fossilized not in bone, nor in the meat

You are an event, fossilized not in bone, nor in the meat of my heart, but as an

You are an event, fossilized not in bone, nor in the meat of my heart, but as an unfortunate mental exercise

undertaken nearly

undertaken nearly two decades ago,

undertaken nearly two decades ago, over a decade after

undertaken nearly two decades ago, over a decade after my sandcastle day

undertaken nearly two decades ago, over a decade after my sandcastle day at Lake Arthur.

An event that I pass,

An event that I pass, like another highway mile

An event that I pass, like another highway mile marked. Another culvert.

An event that I pass, like another highway mile marked. Another culvert. Another castle.

An event that I pass, like another highway mile marked. Another culvert. Another castle. Another Tuesday.

You are the mediocre

You are the mediocre morning pizza of boyfriends.

You are the mediocre morning pizza of boyfriends. Eaten out of obligation,

You are the mediocre morning pizza of boyfriends. Eaten out of obligation, because it’s there and paid for.

You are the mediocre morning pizza of boyfriends. Eaten out of obligation, because it’s there and paid for. Forgotten in a few hours.

You are the mediocre morning pizza of boyfriends. Eaten out of obligation, because it’s there and paid for. Forgotten in a few hours. Shat out,

You are the mediocre morning pizza of boyfriends. Eaten out of obligation, because it’s there and paid for. Forgotten in a few hours. Shat out, and done.

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