I want to write to you and tell you that whenever
I stop by the café you broke my heart in, I never leave
a tip even though they have some of the best coffee
I’ve ever tasted. But praying mantises only fuck
each other before one kills the other, and that makes
me feel a little bit better about the fact
that we never had sex. And I guess I couldn’t even
tell you all this anyway since you never left your new
address when you moved. But if I could write you
an aerial banner from an airplane, I think it would say this:
I tried to go without loving you for a few months
but I was only a week clean
when I relapsed.