Each time I log into my hotmail
As if something of importance will show up
(a letter from you apologizing for when you destroyed me,
or just a reference to my teddy bear’s obsession with lotion)
instead I’m greeted by a Bozwanian Prince who needs my help
in the worst way.
Somehow it comforts me and I respond in kind.
*****
Whenever I get random spam from a bra website,
I always think of you
*****
The painting you did of me for my birthday
Is still hanging in my room,
I can’t bear to take it down
And there’s a bear in it
*****
When you left me, I was lost in the desert
For 4-5 months,
I changed my voicemail to reflect the fact that I
Would be out of office for an indefinite period,
But I still haven’t changed it back
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