the gift

i thought that
by buying her a
pony, that i'd
be in. i'd have
sealed the deal
with our fragile
relationship, but
instead she got
on the pony and
rode away with
a cowboy. no more
ponies for me.
it's back to
kitchen gear from
now on. a blender,
or a set of steak
knives, no, forget
about the knives.