On Hearing You
Have Lost Your New Love

So right now girl I guess you find it hard
to eat, and sleep look now is something you
remember doing once, and memories
you have look are your memories of him,
his face is in the kettle, in the fridge,
the ceiling right above your bed, beneath
your lovely eyelids girl look when you dare
to close them – there – and any second now
he’ll show up at the door you know, you know,
and bottles line up on the coffee table
like trophies for surviving one more hour,
you check your phone again and make a wish.
I guess with you that’s roughly how it is.
There is a reason girl I know all this.