“Bagels 4 Life”

The hole
in a doughnut
is just
where the
silent
“ugh”
goes.

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It happened near a pond, as I recall

Diamonds and stars
and lilting lava rocks
tumbled from her
mouth
like they do
from
night planes
and ceremonial coins
flew
as spittle from
her
ubiquitous
lips,
clanking off
my stone
cheeks
and
c
_l
__a
_t
__t
___e
____r
___i
__n
_g
to the
c.ru.n.ch.y
__ground.__

“Will you
just
look at me,
for once?”

“Do you even
hear
anything
I’m saying?”
she asked.

“Why dont you
ever
look
at anything?!

Do you even
care
that I’m
leaving
you?”

I didn’t look
up
and
I did not
speak.

And I never
looked at her
again;
or, rather,
I never saw
much of
anything
quite
the same
after
that.

Two weeks and fifteen seconds

A picture
to
_pp
_____l
__ed
from my dresser
and shattered
right in
the walkway
and I left it
there
for two weeks
feeling desperately
nothing
as I
stepped over it
carefully
dozens
of times.

I often thought about
how nearby
the broom
was
and whether
my cats
would know
to
step over the
shards.

Eventually,
I decided
that they might not,
so
I rolled up
a rug
over the
evidence.

“Depression
is all in your
head,”
she had
said.

After that,
I went home
straightaway
and swept it all
away
in fifteen
seconds.

Two weeks
and
fifteen seconds.

It sure is,
I thought.

I stared
at the
gl.i.tt.er.ing.
specks of
earth dust
that I had just
swept
and
I wept.