It can’t be done. You’re
welcome to try again next
year, if you insist.
Tell her that you loved
the Star Wars prequels more than
the originals.
Set aside tissue
boxes, and the next thirty-
four years of your life.
Wars are fought over
who gets to keep the tribal
pantsuit in the split.
It’s been six months. You
finally feel close to defining
your “boundaries.”
Been single four months
now. Ate croutons for dinner.
There’s no connection.
I can’t date you, but
here’s a Spotify playlist
about how I feel.
She has a new girl,
a house, stability. I
have Facebook comments.
A LINE OF LESBIAN-THEMED GREETING CARDS FOR EXES
To the ex who defriended you on Facebook because you disagreed about the dimensionality of the female characters in The Great Gatsby
I forgive you for
being wrong about everything
(and dumping me).
To your ex whom you’re still sleeping with