Here's this week's bonus poem. Something I actually wrote today.
Ricky, please lose my number
Nicely cauterized
With the finality
Of a pointed pen
Thus ends the lesson
Don't confuse a great first day
With a relationship
Still, you have to try
What kind of person would you be
If you didn't
Just to be able to say
You did
Some token moments of magic
Undercut by a familiar
Capricorn chill
That's the way you'll probably remember it
Reinforcing the notion you realized
A long time ago
But willingly wiped from your memory
Which is
No matter how much
You want
Or hope
It will work
Don't ever date
Your mom or your dad
