unfinished ode

Elvis croons, and yeah, I can’t help
but fall back into whatever it was
we were so deep in. Shit, surely.

But no, in all seriousness
folks, it was a grand ole time,
one that hasn’t been rivaled since.

Now I go for the anti-college girls,
The Jersey-less, one’s who could
care less whether or not I cared
or called. But this is an ode and

I’m sure there are still things
to you that are owed, like,
an apology, from
me maybe. On this,
the day of your birth I’m still
drowning, and I can’t imagine
you imagining me and not
frowning.

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