Don't call a women a ****,
they don't like it.
And don't tell a batter to bunt,
they want to smack it.
And whatever you do,
don't try and give your
cat a bath in the tub with
that Mr. Bubble ****,
he'll scratch you.

When your boss gives you the
newly revised employee handbook,
don't say, that ******, it went
on and on and on.
There was no plot, and I
couldn't figure out, who in the
hell the antagonist was.

And one more thing,
if you fall in love and you
think you found your
soul mate, and it doesn't work,
and you feel like your
heart is being ripped out
through your nose,
don't give up.
Because the right one is
out there, somewhere waiting,
and who knows, maybe they have
a cat that likes baths and
blow-dryers, and being dressed
up like an Oompa Loompa from
***** Wonka and the
Chocolate Factory,

it could happen...
Don't give up.

i wanted to
tell you
everything.
i wanted to
write to you
about my
heart; its
breaking,
hold you
and talk
about
trauma
and cry
and sink
and shrink
and expand.
grieve.
but
for now
here's
something:
when i
wasn't
looking,
the day
went by
beautifully,
today.
the skies
turned pink
in the evening,
as it does.
the air
became
cool
and
quiet.
we made
eggs and
vegetables.
i laughed
many times,
and there
was music.

On the second floor
of a department store

At the DMV
appointment window

In the kissing booth
on Coney Island

Anywhere around
her pineapple grove