my butter, curled my
toes.
gave me reason to live.
she never
burned a single
piece of toast.
made the bed, baked
a slew
of cookies.
she even
was intimate if i was
a good boy
and let her
run wild when i wasn't
around.
it's hard to get these
people
out of your head,
without therapy
and books
and you tube videos
and
apple martinis that
you sip in bed.
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