the lemon

Do you remember that concert during
the last summer I saw you?

Did you have fun?
Are we still friends?

Have you received my unsent letters
stuffed with half-formed apologies?


I think of you fondly
despite all that broke us

When I read my old diary
our pages are ripped out

I frown and pretend
it was an accident


I can’t remember the bad days
underneath the glaze of nostalgia

A cake coated in frosting
we struck it & found it sour

I bake a hollow one from our remains
put it on display and pretend again


We drove a lemon
off of a bridge

The car crashed
and never drove again

but I like to imagine
it purrs like a kitten when I rev it.

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