Caught Up
The song says teardrop
and that’s exactly what
I think of when I see
you kneeling so you can
propose to what’s-her-
name. The pain is
temporary, but what I am
left with is questions
no language can solidify.
Did you get involved with
her because you like
blondes? Or is it something
more complicated than
either of us are willing
to believe? The woman makes
me angry but not because
of her whiteness. She makes
me angry because she is
with you and that is all
I ever wanted to be. The
song says feeding on monsters
and this is what the
discussions about her feel
like. Someday, the song
says, you’ll be up to your
knees in the shit you
see. This is the best way
to talk about what she
left after you caught her
fucking your best friend.
Some messes are only good
story material after they’re
gone. OK. I’ll leave the
text message here.
— Poetry
