I wrote you a poem I-IV

 

I.

i wrote you a poem and in my poem i was much bigger than you. you spent all your time eating spinach, but you were never strong enough. while you were sleeping, i greased you up and slid you down my throat. as i started to digest you, the spinach seeped out of you and those nutrients further aided your digestion.

 

II.

i wrote you a poem on ice. all the words were on ice. they glided by you and around you. music and strobe lights distracted you and my poem on ice cut a hole in the ice, into which you fell.

 

III.

i wrote you a poem where neither of us was drunk. you didn’t pee on my floor or throw up in my bed. i didn’t call my ex-boyfriend or spill wine on the cat. we were well-groomed, played monopoly and went to bed at 10:30. you held my hand and didn’t snore. i slept through the night.

 

IV.

i wrote you a poem to tell you i wasn’t in love with you. love was a very small chair and the two of us couldn’t fit in such a small chair. if you were willing to saw off your legs and arms and diet for a few years, maybe we could share that chair.