We were eating cinnamon brown sugar poptarts in the rain when it burst out of his lips. He put his cold fingers on the side of my face during my plead. i was going to make you vegetables i was going to do your laundry i was going to be your very best friend. he, of course, proceeded to distract my estrogen with an herbal essence and we filled our lungs in silence on his concrete bedroom floor. i bit my lips between rips.

it's not that i loved him but because these three metal prongs no longer have an outlet to electrocute.