tomorrow

they opened the doors to the outer banks
and fresh pineapple floated in. she was rapturous
in her floaty blue dress and tie dye heels. there was

dominations and combinations of goth inspired tea.
over the audiophilatio speakers, and under the red line,
lemmings dotted the air like golden leaves setting fire

to mountains. she's been crying a bit, sometimes in the ten
and under line at the store, reading about him on a cover
and the life he was having had without her. but she always

knew it would come. it was the we'll always be friends line
he'd checked out of that was the heartbreak of it.
they looked alike, a lot. that's what made them the perfect

couple till that bitch came along, with her
money and adoptions, all ready to be family
all ready to snap him up for the baby daddy
while she plays mother dearest. her blue eyes

were contacts they said in the tabs. her liposuction lips.
just jealous. just girl next door sour tampons. her blue
eyes tho, misted in the checkout. they changed places

like a pirouette, just for a moment. they made a movie
of it, after the kids were grown, when it didn't matter
anymore. the world was always ending in those days.