Your Name

My phone still suggests
Your Name
as the next thing I’ll type
after goodnight
and my brain isn’t any better.

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.

funny

The funny little story
about
how I broke the remote
for the bedroom tv
seems a lot
less cute
now I’m fucking someone
who isn’t you.