#quick and lazy

He’s made for her

And she’s made for him

I know that you will never love me but inside of me you have already began your scout for things with which to make your nest. You have taken my favorite records and your bobby pins, our smiles and our twisting tongues, and your grandfather's unapologetic hands and my now dead dog. You have covered those things with our moroseness, our potential, and your beak never prods beneath.

You will never love me but you have already begun preparing me. You've thrown out that night where I tried cocaine and I said I didn't like it, because you didn't like it and you wanted me to hate it too. You're hoping I'll forget.

I will forget a lot of things for you.

I will build monuments in your name made of all the words I jot down on these pages. They will be majestic buildings that should have been capable of breaking the reservations you held in your knees. They should have kept you from leaving me.

But you look at them and look at all that you could have.

You will depart our nest that you have built with your own two precarious hands and you will probably never come back.