You get older, you buy more

cleaning products, you buy

fewer condoms, depending

on the reason it’ll all come out

even, at least emotionally. I used

to not understand that

term, former friend. Now an ex

has loved him three times

longer than we were together,

can you believe? (Who's we?)

I saw it on Instagram, a grave

that glows in your hand.

Tell yourself you’ll never be

your dad, that you know better

how to season, but you leave

asparagus too long on

the stovetop and make

mush of it just like anybody.