Re·kin·dling (NaPoWriMo #25)

Who highlights hair under house arrest?
Willingly I enchilada owned you
Let each lip buoy like dead fish
Joke-creased shirts
Washed with apple soda
And eyelids were sleep mix
99p for a lb
I sold your parts for immunity
cheeseburger
sweet and sour sauce sachet
and cinema tickets
Don’t regret it
It’s pending on create-a-résumé
I won’t know the job loss
no review life when dead
just loops of walk-out films
with Angelina in
before she was famous

love for you

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Streamlining

At some point two men is too many men although it seems like a good idea to start: you should always have a redundancy.

Since you saw that Sex and the City episode you back all your files up but you also understand love is unexpected and cyclical and every person you say no to, send away, is due a do-over, and chances are available – like sold out Chanel on eBay. You’ve got to pay a little extra for it, give more of yourself you think you’ve not got, but if you’re serious about completing collections, can say you exhausted every inch and avenue when you’re dying or dead, it’s worth it.

The decision is simpler than you think. When someone calls you “family” you either feel it or don’t. And when Jack says it you picture Annie Hall, Bride Wars, imagine letting go, and realise it’s possible, and that it shouldn’t be, and your choice is made for you and it’s the right one and it’s the right one and it’s the right one and the right one is.