A POEM FOR JACOB

 

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a bunch of ants came

to eat the goo you said

I wish you would keep these things

of yours private from me

but you don't know 

how to

almost nothing bad

ever happened to you

isn’t that strange

 

it really worked 

this time, with the ants

it’s funny

no it’s not it’s vile

fifty times

a year I think

can’t someone

else do this

can’t mom

 

in our house

which you still call “our apartment”

because what’s the diff

it’s small and orange

containing our fern

but we have to do

everything now

 

marriage is not a level

it's a power 

that reveals

secret levels

like here 

where nothing

bothers me

 

but do you know how bad

it got before I met you &

after, when you

were at work