between sharing cigarettes and asking for money by J.J. Campbell

 

a homeless
guy once told
me the easiest
way to cure
heartbreak
was to never
fall in love in
the first place

sound logic
from a man
married to a
new brown
paper bag
each and
every day

i told him
that wasn’t
practical
for myself

a relentless
romantic
doomed
from the
start

he laughed
and muttered
something about
a useless martyr

we all have
our battles
kid

choose the best
lover with the
weakest right
cross