Sometimes I dream about pouring acid
on you while you are asleep.
I raise my arms triumphantly in the air and scream,
“HEARTBROKEN ME IS CAUSTIC AND UGLY.”
Sometimes I think about you and I start crying.
I make an ugly face but I don't even feel sad.
I am trying very hard
to maintain a level of life
that is startling to others
when they look at me
and think for a moment
that they are seeing a ghost.
And they feel scared.
And I feel cold.
And they feel relieved.
And I walk home.
If someone is good to you,
you should just be good back.
Easy.
My hands are very dry in the wintertime.
Nobody knows this anymore.
When somebody asks you why I left,
don't hesitate.
Just say,
“The healthiest part of an avocado
is the dark layer directly beneath the skin.”