All My Best

All my best shit
I wrote for you and

I’m not even
the girl back home

I know because
you found
that girl
and flew her out to California.

Do you both sleep
in that vanbed
where you first kissed me

between the red curtains
and the slivers of starlight?

She looks happy
and you
have a face made for mirth.

All my best
to the both of you.