You really think you deserve this treatment, don't you?
Yes ma'am.
No sir.
Right away.
I'll remove that child immediately.

To you I'm a worm.
To me you are excess.

I guess you don't need to keep your shoes on.
That is totally normal.
Kick your feet up.
You bought all of these chairs.
(Probably all of the ones in my apartment, too.)

Three napkins is not enough.
Oops.
I am clearly a *****.

No I don't regret my tattoos.
But speaking of regrets,
slow down on that pinot.
Close your purple mouth,
I am embarrassed for you.

Check please.
See you tomorrow.

All I ever wanted was to feel the bliss of nothingness on my shoulders
and at last I can truly recognize a semblance of happiness.
What it is like to wade through life alone
without the yearning for spectacular conjectures
to refute any particular notions of my waning smiles.
Just born, but barely worn down
and I still have miles to give
and seasons to learn.

You brought me my favorite flowers
and it was nice for a while.
'Till they melted.
They slid beneath the table,
into the cracks in the floorboards.
Crept slowly through the imperfections in the foundation of
the house we built together.
Slowly seeped into the soil
where tiny insects laid their eggs.
The little eggs hatched
and the babies started to feed on the earth around them
because it was all they could find.
The earth that contained remnants of my favorite flowers.
Baby insects grew into tiny vessels
travelling up to the air
with my precious cargo.
They made their way up towards the light,
through the soft soil.
But they are too big now
to fit through the damaged foundation
and only one manages to squeeze through.
He made his way through the cracks in the floorboards,
and up onto the kitchen table
where I smashed him against my palm and licked his sweet juices.