Love so good I said Ouch

Tomorrow marks on my calendar the day to call you 

But I remembered I’m not allowed to do that anymore 

I have confessed my hope for absolution 

And there is no part of me left, willing to celebrate

What has been deemed hideous 

I’ve been told I’m scrappy

And I hang in scrappy places.

But should take being called scrappy as a compliment 

Because I’m scrappy in a cute way 

I miss you walking naked towards me 

In your Putnam apartment 

Where we sleep together 

And that’s normal.