I love you like that one shotgun loved Kurt Cobain.
I love you like New Orleans loved the rain.
I love you like the Twin Towers loved a plane.
I love you like a ******* loves pain.

I’m a goldfish in a cellophane bag that you pressed your shiny brass thumbtack into.

I’m the water from the ***** now a stream in a rainbow flood. Find me pooling on the floor.

I’m the words in your drafts that you refuse to finish. I once poured out of you, now I’m dead in this bag. Toe tag. Zip.

Cause of death? Love.