hitting a wet patch



i adored you like bright blue cabbage in a corset on the corner of the screen but when it rained 

you never bothered to unlock the door and i was always on the wrong side of it so my fur got all 

weathered now my feathers are starting to molt.



i cherished you like cream sauce in february on top of a miniature mountain with red and white 

checkers and we could have had a picnic like no other but the wind kicked the basket over so 

only my feet got to taste the sauvignon blanc.



i miss you like an iron maiden’s earring falling leaden heavy down to hardwood floorboards 

figured someone would scramble to find it wouldn’t want to break up a pair but they didn’t really 

care much *crunch* every metal has a breaking point.



i am letting you go like clambering out of a molasses pool toweling myself off with whole wheat 

or rye and look at me i’m full of crumbs leaking lost bits and pieces of you

for hardly ever getting laid you left me feeling rather screwed and

i am yes trying to let you go but i’d like to buy the ferrous dame a new earring before i depart and 

the molasses is making it all tough, it’s under my fingernails just like you and see above all i 

simply can’t comprehend why anyone would ever give up a girl who adored them like bright blue 

cabbage even in the rain.