This poem is written in the style of the poet Chelsey Minnis:
This is the flower in the vase that turns out to be fake…
Like wrinkles that are airbrushed out on a magazine…
You’re as real as your blonde highlights darling…
Don’t cry that makeup was expensive.
This is like the kitten you bought to comfort yourself that turns out
to be a total jerk…
The mud you got on the new carpet…
And the soggy sandwich you brought to work that was stolen from the fridge.
I’m a selfish hoarder…
Sometimes I feel so broken at night…?
And that’s when I miss you the most…
I like your scarred and scraped hands…
And how you are not at all like dirty laundry.
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