It’s been a while since I’ve written much of anything. Too much has been going on. Or perhaps, not enough. Either way, here is my attempt to get back into the swing. The poem below originally started with the “Tell her” lines. I wrote the rest of this, on-the-spot, around them.
How to Break Up with a Girl, a poem
If you want to break up with your woman, lady-friend, lover,
I suggest you confess your intentions,
without mention of a lie.
Because once she sniffs it out, nose more canine than human,
lie-cocaine, lie-bacon,
lies that smell so delicious, she can’t help but sniff out more…
she’ll probably slap you
with some sort of comment
that involves a vulgar word
or two
or three.
She’ll hunt you
aggressively
until she feels her heart split open
like a crack in the earth;
you all earthquakes,
and her, tectonic.
Or you can:
Tell her you love her,
then go sleep with someone else.
Tell her you miss her,
then go sleep with someone else.
Or maybe just tell her the truth.
That you aren’t the kind of guy
who dates just one
or two
or three.
That you look for love
aggressively
in many women,
other women.
That your heart is a wandering dog.