To my (now ex)boyfriend: you’re a piece of shit. Sincerely, your “one” and “only” love

On a US map

One puts a pin on a territory to prove they’ve been there,

Been a presence, did something, were somebody,

Penetrated corkboard.

 

You went across the country tacking.

And tacking.

And tacking.

And tacking, somewhere else.

 

I’m left here, pricking my own finger.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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