after Rupi Kaur

when you are broken
and she has left you
do not question
whether you were
enough
the problem was
she didn't realize
she could save 15%
or more
on car insurance 

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she grips him
with her fingers
like she's sanding
the skin off a
cucumber

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of course i want to be famous
but i don't crave fame for me
i need to be famous to gain
enough weed and pussy
to never write
or read poems
ever again

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you must have known
you were wrong
when your hand
was wrapped around me
squeezing for cream that
would not come for you

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clown on bullshit artists
all you want
but who's 
a New York Times
bestselling poet?

- not you