hostages

you were here, and now you’re
gone, with no guarantee you’ll ever
come again. but
you left something behind,
something that
I think you’ll want
the next time it
rains.

and when you left, you took
a piece of me
with you, something that
I will definitely need
the next time I make
pizza.

so let me know
when we can arrange to meet
for this hostage exchange
of your umbrella
for my pizza cutter.

Published by

R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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