Remember that time
we reclined in the car
and your own words
split you in two?
It was kind of
like when that cooking show lady
we always watched
slit open a pomegranate and
ruby red seeds just poured out.
I grasped the zipper
and fastened you back together
with metal teeth and pencil lead,
but it didn’t hold.
You swatted a fly and fell apart.
