The woman that I used to look for everywhere
Is now
Here
In the kitchen
Bitchin
About how cold it is in this house.
She wears a pair of my old sweatpants,
And half of a T-shirt
And tells me
To turn up the heat.
I used to hope I would run into her,
But now
I know
She is on the couch
With my dog laying on her lap,
As he and she
Take another nap.
I still look for her when I am out,
And I’m not sure
Why–
I know she is at home,
Editing photos and getting high.
But still,
I look for her
Everywhere I go.
She walks upstairs,
To my part of the house,
Drops off some orange chicken,
And says,
‘I hate this. You eat it.’
Yes ma’am,
I sure as shit will eat it;
And I’ll try to write something about you
That isn’t complete shit.
Because
You still
Deserves it.
-C.H.
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