A race begun with laces undone, legs twisted together.
Controlled our breathing, went slow, finished together.

Raindrops hit the lot like rounds from an uzi.
Our car in the distance, we risked it together.

About a hundred degrees and broken A/C
We climbed to the roof for a picnic together.

Breakfast in Central Park: Camel Lights, coffee,
and us, mocking the guy on the rip-stick together.

You read Plath; I bite my fork when I eat.
These are the things we nitpick together.

A blinding and suffocating city: all lights, no trees.
“Let’s head out west, be simplistic together.”

Fifty bucks to get fucked up; club-hoppers ski
slopes against advice, get addicted together.

Remember the time we almost had a little me
but decided it was best to nix it together?

That one time in the desert, the Chapel Presley,
too drunk to stand, we got slip-hitched together.

Divorce will dry up your cash-flow. Annulment’s easy
when you agree to go Dutch and split it together.

“Annulled? But, beb, I love you. Really.”
“A man needs more time to get his shit together.”

Backs facing, separate pillows, separate sheets.
We argue through Conan and miss it together.

What’s happened to us? When was it this thing
went wrong? Can we fix it together?

Our resolution: no resolution. We turn our keys
and Boom! Such ends a failed mission together.

Equal parts ‘Cardi, Seagram’s, ‘Trón, and Stoli
on the rocks in a highball, I mix it together.

Every time she asks about you, I freeze.
I can’t help but keep my stiff lips together.

Ten long years gone. No calls. No texts (See:
Lovers pretending they don’t miss it together).