I’d love anyone and everyone
not to love him by comparison.
The hairy guy at the gym who always calls me sweetie.
The woman with purple hair who works at the supermarket
I have worn out words and welcomes. I’ve praised the mundane.
Joked about the sacred. Showed my scars. Bared my sadness.
Allowed myself to be autopsy by pen.
For my next chapter, I must jump in shark infested water
for some new material. Perhaps, find another precious
toxin to ingest.
You can’t unlove certain ideas
no matter how much you try to
write them away. No matter how ridiculous.
There he is again, my unloved one, my unloved only.
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