I jumped onto the boat
with the broken engine,
holes that needed patching.
Anchorless.
I thought we'd fix things
as we went.
Sailing through life. Together.
The whole time,
you were stockpiling
nuts and bolts,
weaving life jackets
out of my old, discarded dental floss.
And then,
you invited the lawyer
on board.
I didn't agree
to
a
threesome.
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