I could write long lying lines
about how I hate you.
Counting the ways too carefully
catching smoke in my hands
and forcing thoughts from my head,
I'd follow you
down into that hole I dug, scraping carefully at rocks
and keeping the dirt in jars
while I let off fireworks labeled
"asshole!", "liar", "cheat"
to distract
saving secrets for summer
in case it should get hot
and you should
want me again
