That Night Under The Sky

I turn the earrings over my hand

over and over and over and over…

I told him I wasn’t coming, you see!

I told him!

I’m bringing gifts, for you, of course

And for my greatest heartache

A single necklace to split

A single key

Where’s the lock?

—Red!

Red on my new white dress

And now the earrings don’t even match!

This always happens to me

Heavy-hearted, I return to my family

And as I sit there, watching the sky blossom

In beautiful, terrible colors

I want to die

Happy fucking Fourth of July

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