I want to get into a fight
About how we never get into fights.
You look happy!
You look happier!
Fuck you, I love you!
Fuck you harder, I love you more!
I’ve decided that thinking is no longer healthy.
Dreaming is even worse.
I wonder if my therapist has a therapist
And if so, does she complain to her
Therapist about me?
I hope she gets into fights
With her therapist about how we never
Get into fights.
They never fucking fight!
They are so fucking cute every
Panda took cyanide!
Remember when you came over
Dressed like an empty medicine cabinet?
It was the night of the almost
Kiss, so long I took a nap
In the middle and woke up
Diagramming the formation
C. J. Miles lives in Iowa with his wife. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Forage, Star*Line, Amaryllis, and Algebra of Owls. Follow him on Twitter at @cjmilespoet.