Don’t trip over
the small stuff.
I tripped over
keeping it together.
Morning waking snoring
I noticed notes
addressed to me
on a nightstand,
telling me to
grab my shit
and hit the
spring morning road.
What’s this about?
The last night
we slept together
I named women
instead of her
name, I spoke
of other women
I’d slept with
over last summer.
Rendered useless, I
crawled back to
her offering apologies
when she told
me we were
worth a try.
I didn’t trip
when she told
me about him.

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