Barstow
Why am I grieving you?
You smoldering Dumpster.
I hate you.
I love you.
Barstow, my FrENEMY,
Our camaraderie
Is a chronic disease,
A bizarre fetish
That somehow, I relish.
Sick.
Demented.
Yet I am contented
With the thought
That I’ll see you again.
Right?