On Love and Other Stupid Shit

We Will Set
I caught something of beauty in the dendrobium orchid
That I see every now and again in a purple-lit sky,
Littered with birds scurrying,
Clearing the view.
And I look up to fix my eyes on you and your
Countenance of love, that only the sky,
Only this orchid,
Could imitate.
Did you learn from them or did they learn from you?
The orchid will wither and fold,
Lit by time’s flames,
The sky will set to sleep
And you,
Us,
My love,
We, too, will not outlive
The sunset.


The Internet and Relationship Advice
I’m Googling “how to get over a broken heart,”
Because I know there’s a millennial article
Somewhere out there about how to speed up the process.
But I clicked on the first result, a Wiki page,
And the image was a heart, snapped in half,
Perfect.
The directions were as follows:
1. Accept that you are hurt
2. Reflect on the relationship. 3. Be alone for awhile.
4. Get your feelings out.
And I do all of these--
I accept that I am hurt because my tachycardia
Hasn’t let up for a week,
And I reflect on you,
Just you,
Alone.
And then I try to get my feelings out onto a piece
Of paper or some tears onto a tissue.

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You are still there.