Arithmatically

poetry

I will cheat when we play board games
and I will eat the last piece of cake
even though we made it for your
birthday

I will park like a jackass just to
see you
roll your eyes,
and I will forget to pick up milk
/eggs
/bread
/soda
every time I come home. Ever.

But I’ll never ask for that lunch
you owe me, and I’ll
never charge gas for that ride
to Chicago and back.
I never remember the two bucks
of mine it cost for those
cigarettes of yours
but you’re god damn right
I’ll bitch when you smoke them

I’ve never been good with
mathematics, but I’ve always
had a decent eyeball for things,
and things seem to line right up
to me.

But hey,
feel free
to check my work.

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