She hates me. I don’t know why
I told her lover the only thing
he would get from her
is an STD. There’s more

to this story. Don’t tell. Just do it
behind the bridal shop. She could
dance, I could play
ukulele, her lover wrestled

everyone down. She accused me
of stealing her minutes. Find me
relief from this pressure
to time share before it’s too late.