Poetry

by Bobby Yusuf

We broke up last night like crazy. It’s like a goat trying to butt water. Never read any horoscope article saying Aries and Aquarius are a good battle.

This is too absurd. The amount of love we poured was dramatic, then came a bat of hatred — the way it swings way more dramatically makes the glass break easily.

I hope you still have that amber, like-honey dip on your belly from when we cuddled, because my right hand still feels sore — but it’s the kind of sore I’ll keep.

And we broke up, but that doesn’t mean we can’t come back. This isn’t the end of the book.