‘I’LL BELIEVE IT WHEN U DON’T PUT YR NAME ON IT’ – Five Poems by Amy Miller

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I don’t fuck with ‘good’ people anymore

I trusted you
you seemed to know yr own evil
like I felt I knew mine
yes, Elizabeth, with all my love nd jealousy
I will miss you
if you die

with all of my love:
a.dozen.roses.atyrdoor

with all of my love:
a dozen black roses
on yr grave

but with all my jealousy:
every other grl comes to mind:
a sack of grain at the gravesite
a ward against the undead:
they say that vampires will be caught in a spell
at the sight of the omen
counting, endlessly, obsessively,
each grain

“relationship is exchange,” you say
I can’t afford everything,
I can’t afford anything

would you read?
if I wrote you a book
of pressed flowers?

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