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She said, “I shouldn’t
Be telling you this,
But I want you to call
Me your girlfriend.”
Her boyfriend treated
Her like candy kiss.
She may keep
Him until the bitter end.
Will she change
Her looks after a breakup,
Being
Lastly unrecognizable?
How could
She be marriage material,
If she cares for another
Man’s bed sores?
Her relationships
Are without first dates.
They’ll call him scared
For dodging a bullet,
Speeding for the speechless
In the upstates.
Her fate looks like soul food
In a locket,
Speechless for the famished
And perished hearts.
He’ll have a lifetime supply
Of kisses
And after death,
No one reminisces,
More than gold detectors
In wedding rings.
I’m lifeless with a heart.
They’re heartless with a life.
If I love, I have life.
If they hate, they have death.
Obedient to death,
She’s aged trouble
With sweet and savory
Dishes to smell.
She rules his house
With a daily double,
Washing the suds
From his back till he’s well.
Her veins are like the pulp
In orange juice,
Grasping the bowels
Of downright righteousness,
But like swearing
Is a crime, she’s loveless,
Till the day they pick
Each other’s habits.
He reads her soft lips
Like the Song of Songs
During the dense
Dimensions of desire.
Her whispers turn
To moans, like sing-alongs,
Giving him permission
To love the fire.
He’s employed to a heart
That’s called failure
And when she smiles,
His thoughts rush with success,
Yet, she’s with a man,
Who shows faithfulness.
Groceries
Replace anniversaries.
I’m lifeless with a heart.
They’re heartless with a life.
If I love, I have life.
If they hate, they have death.
Kiss him and run Earth
Like it’s bodiless.
Refer to the cops
As binary codes.
Treat the doors
Like a cyanide process,
Kissing men
Till they see photocathodes.
On her first date,
Viewers will be wearing
Wireless headphones
At a movie theater.
Marquees will find
Her pretty familiar
And they’ll flourish
Throughout the dusk and dawn.
Like the movies,
They’ll attach their bodies,
As heat transfer,
Mocking the battle tanks,
Aimed at the black cloud banks,
Where there’s cities.
The moment can be so kind,
That they’re pranks,
Full of flirtatious
Marriage counselors.
Her heart feels
Like a default starter kit,
But with her boyfriend,
She has mother wit.
She has a life
Outside of his feelings.
I’m lifeless with a heart.
They’re heartless with a life.
If I love, I have life.
If they hate, they have death.
Ingrained in his mind
Is a dab of hope,
With a distinct elation,
She gives him.
Her breast milk
Belongs in a cryoscope,
But she won’t elope
Like the moons are grim.
The presents she has
Are gossamer webs,
But her presence
Is a disguised creature,
More prepared
Than a piano teacher.
She can get praised
Just for being absent.
What will he do
If her daughter finds out?
Feeling like he’s hog-tied
To a toilet,
He may say
They’re platonic friends and pout,
Like a lost talent scout
With a soubrette.
Regrets will come
Like the feeling of lies,
Engraving their ways
On his furniture.
Delusions form
Till he has the answer,
Portrayed as the
Only thing that matters.
I’m lifeless with a heart.
They’re heartless with a life.
If I love, I have life.
If they hate, they have death.
He can barely afford
To pay the bills,
Attends jury duty
Like humanoids,
Gets paid in tears,
Developing the chills,
And risks homelessness
Like paranoids.
He dresses
Like a hefty fine with wine,
More greedy than
Who wants his tax return.
Like he’s resigning from
His self-concern,
His naked eyes
Can feel promiscuous.
Like a stock market
Taking a downturn,
He will make sweet love
After the stillborn.
U-turns can cause heartburns
Like his intern.
The stifling heat smells
Like a field corn.
Like a mortician
Forcing smiles on death,
He can retire young
With a backup plan.
Mortgage will not exist
In his lifespan
May their child live
With gene inhibition?
I’m lifeless with a heart.
They’re heartless with a life.
If I love, I have life.
If they hate, they have death.
Can he protect her
With ammunition
Or will it endanger
Both of their lives?
He recalls that her boyfriend
Is pro-gun.
They decrease in size,
For her ex arrives.
Gunpowder covers
The hardwood flooring.
The day they revive,
She’s 5-months pregnant.
With more concentration
Than a land grant.
If their hearts are attached,
Their bones aren’t.
Like there’s
Early social security,
Belonging
To the homeless,
Their children
Will benefit to sightsee.
They’re like captive treasurers
With their stress,
Wearing knock-off jewelry
From pawn stores.
But he wants
To eviscerate her ex,
Until he
Breaks stationary objects.
If she runs low on money,
Will she beg?
I’m lifeless with a heart.
They’re heartless with a life.
If I love, I have life.
If they hate, they have death.
Interferences barge
Into his life
Like conscription
For the non-violent.
His conscience can pop up
Like a midwife,
His purpose replaces
An accident,
And his love life
Is unfathomable.
Grinning
In a commination service,
He’s nervous about
Seeing the abyss,
Experiencing flashbacks
From the devil.
Punch-drunk
From being incarcerated,
After he was framed
For shooting her ex.
His failure
Is often celebrated
And the love she gives comes
With writing checks.
Hardwired to be broken,
He endures.
It’s God’s fight,
But he can still feel the pain,
Then he rejoices
Before God’s domain
And no longer does
He have to worry.
Isaiah Lawrence 