Poetry · Writing

Can Opener

One problem I had

was I couldn’t use a can opener;

so I said fuck this I’m done.

Imagine if that short fuse was with my love-

one cut and your out

the slash you left was too deep so find the front door and don’t lose ya feet.

I think I should give the can opener another chance;

what do you think?

on one hand I miss kidney beans

the other

I don’t know pain.

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