she made a list of all her
lovers. numbering them on a sheet
of white paper.
grading them with one
or four stars.
you find your name
somewhere near the middle.
two stars, beside it.
this disappoints you,
and if she were still alive
you'd ask for a second chance,
a third chance, a way
to improve your
mediocre rating. maybe you
were having a bad day,
a bad year or two. but no,
there is nothing you can do
now, she's gone. you'll
burn the list, and move
on, try to do better,
try for once in your life
to not make everything
about you.
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