i’ll scrape off your face together with
the week-old pizza remains
(off my tongue in the first place).
going by that sepia picture i bet
you’re not lives away yet.
i’ll rub your green gleam out of
the river we never sailed upstream
(off my nails in the first place).
judging by your nebulous smile i’d say
you’d not often sulk on a rainy day.
she’ll smother that sage purr of yours
engraved into the lozenge cushion
(off her heart in the first place).
but she’ll never make it through.
i will because i hadn’t met you.
i’ll grieve but briefly.
