Sunday, August 23, 2015

The frog and the poet

They’ve broken up, 
That couple that was taking the world by storm, 
Lancing it with a credit card and selfie-stick. 
His father had warned him, 
“It’s easy to fall in love with a poet.” 
And it was,
Like the frog in a simmering pot.
But they worked, until Madrid.
How many girls can kiss him? 
A set amount. 

the poet is enrolled in school in Dublin.
She’s lost weight, 
Bought a pink bra,
wears sweaters off the shoulder. 
He’s moving to London. 
They’ll be hours apart.
He'll take a train and a ferry, 
Wait outside of her class with a coffee.
Her red lips will smile and her heart will break.

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