This will be the best day of your life, he said

the way they do when you say yes to a drink

but no to a dance, to a walk, to a room to sleep in

when the gin starts to swim in your head like the ghost of a past 

love you cant shake because to him

it is not about love and though you mean yes to a

a friend he hears yes to a fuck and there is still 

hope that though you hold the bar like a life raft

when your guard is

down that it is a good time to get it up

and the nights tale that will be told in the end

of your consent will be

his right to share as the court

of his past has told him all his life

The organs bellow as more cells waste away, their ill fated offspring

pulsing excitedly at the precipice of the altar from which he nourishes himself on the nightly ritual of anothers sacrifice. No longer a selfish luxury, but still close enough to the natural circle of life to be valued rare. 

You should be lucky we didn't go to Walla Walla,

she says jokingly, a peripheral post mortum

threat in her eye providing just enough uncertainty to

absolve my stomach from

polite affirmative laughter.

It has become mine, this thing

this place, this memory of a heavy night filled

with promises made too early to ensure the

permanence of a home with which to plant them

once returned.

And though my feet roam this earth

this place remains a distant focal point,

a master in the mouth of its stolen descendant

as my life hugs the horizon line

in between the setting suns of their 

comings and goings.

It was never yours to take, and yet

It was never yours to give in the first place

And so I live inbetween,

where Walla Walla could have been

and yet never was

as you remind me.

No one's got the time to read

the bull shit on your facebook feed

the pictures of your friday night,

with boyfriend close (post-jealous fight)

I'm sure you think we envy all,

when Europe pics creep up on your wall

of Paris, London, and Zhengzhou

You're quick to say you worked for it too

I cannot take one more single post of

which Friends character you identify with most

my fingers curl into tight little fists

when i see you've posted another buzzfeed list

you post too much, please rest assured

that your musings are really quite absurd

and if you chance to type again

please do me a favor and

unfriend.

Oh wait, I see the button now

why wait for you, i'll take my bow

it's been nice to track your fitness goals

i hope you get a job with your practice from the poles

ill say adieu, though that makes me sound dense

why pretend we were ever more than

silly facebook friends.