your victory

august 24 is my birthday. finally things roll around: another year
of searching for something anything at all. somewhere to stand.
you are putting people in awkward positions. don’t you see that?
you are posing them between the two of us: this is no battle.

august 28 is our anniversary. remember how we were one last year.
but my back is broken from lying on the floor. i feel like two.
i feel like you. playing people like chess pieces. fuck you.
life isn’t a game to be played like you can’t wreck people.

august 32 is when we get back together. fuck you. fuck you.
my stomach lining eaten by your reflux your reflexes.
you are acting the goat. stupid idiot lover with your ideas
that only if you have the most friends you’ve won something.