Cento
There is a zoo inside me, the girl says
Two dogs and a cat, who new you best?
She took me home–or what I thought was home
But was in fact the hell she made for us.
She always liked
To get dressed, go for brunch, “maybe
there’s a good movie playing somewhere?”
Wrong religion, we were not churchgoers.
I told her: That’s lovely.
The word was lovely. Love,
Also, maybe, was lovely.
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lovely!