He was so easy. I despised him for it.

A small child can swim through the veins of a blue whale.

To make room on that used, chipped baby blue end table by my couch like a heart—

That the t-shirts and pantry spill over, unopened Oreos and sukang pinakurat.

I mourn the part of me that must have died
to be surprised by such a thing.

The juice of it all, irrepressible. Against all / you’d win.