“You crawled home that night
with your heart between your knees—
every bad word like a sunburn on your back.
Your poured yourself up the stairs and didn’t care
for what got caught in the carpet.
Here’s to what was left of you.
Here’s a toast,
to every bad love we tried to love good again.
To all the heartbreak we put back together
with Elmer’s glue and duct tape.
Here’s to all those bruises we tried to call love bites—
Here’s to us:
for stumbling our way to the backside of forever.
So, nothing is perfect,
amen, goddamn—
but there has to be something
better.”
