“You, Just — Whatever”

You change feelings like you change your drawers. Or you sport neither at all.

How appropriate.

She wore white pants after Labor day, back working.

Curls bouncing when she did,

You learn who is and who is not

Your Person

And living with curses, you take

The pain with the pleasure

Fucking faces

Making the shape of your name

In cursive.

Everything pretty.

And it’ll cost you if you don’t know

What your worth is.