All My Ex’s

by practicalspactical

Listening to a song of the latest almost-ex, and looking at pics of the latest real ex, and she has another boyfriend now so I’m certainly an ex now, an ex-boyfriend, ex-lover, and time marches on — in an alternative universe I’m in New Haven now, handing her a ring — in an alternate universe, I’m married to the first one, with a child on the way, in an alternate universe I’m a vagabond in Greensboro, in an alternate universe I’ve been dead for seven years —

In this universe, the world of keys, I sit here, and flip through pictures, and listen to a song, and thing about locked drawers with frozen loving in them.