Googling Relationship Advice

Googling Relationship Advice

“your hand on my chest is my hand.” -Pablo Neruda

How much can we fight
until it’s a warning sign?

Why are they red flags
and not white?

I surrender to my insecurities
and project unto you a screen
playing memories I cannot leave.

Should we move in together again
if we’re having less sex than we’ve ever had?

If I have all these questions
shouldn’t I have the answers?

What would it take to make me
a relationship expert?

Must I reconstruct my heart over and over
until it resembles one of those china bowls
held together by melted gold

or does it resemble more a used car?
The fender a different color from the door
a different color from the oil

the slick mal-intent of it.

I hang up my coat next to yours
and both of us keep saying,
“No, you hang up first,”

as though saying goodbye
was something either of us could do.

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SAD TIME POETRY HOTEL
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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/881w53/spring2018/dwhsvgn/?context=0
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