Our love was powerful like a rap video.
All saturated colors, too much green & dancers marching
rhythmically down the rain-soaked streets of Any Urban City.
But, she kissed like a lesbian–
all tongue & teeth like a dig.
My gums were sore afterwards &
I didn’t need to brush the Jack Daniel’s out.
Our night together was beautiful like an HD Animal Planet documentary
about gazelles who fight for food, nurse their young but mostly sit around all day long.
Think about it. Gazelles. They look like streamlined donkeys but more like tigers.
But, the next morning my hotel room was littered
with the remains of the movie candy she liked
in too big boxes with too few chocolate-covered raisins &
the ingredients written on the back in a cute cartoon font.
Our goodbye was filled with so much sorrow & ennui.
Like those old Hollywood movies where one actor waits for the other to speak &
there is a dramatic pause that reminds you where it says in the script (annoyed).
But, we knew where this was going when you wouldn’t let me buy you a skirt
on your 26th birthday because you were afraid it would say something like
“Property: BH90210” on it & you absolutely HATE the color pink.
© Adam Bresson
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