Lenny Dumped

Like a picture window

getting hit by a branch,

glass going everywhere,

my heart broke.  I’m too tired 

to clean up shards.  He said 

he loved me while making 

pasta in a pot given full heat—

he forgot to turn the heat down, 

burning the pasta.    

He blamed me.  I may fall 

in love again.  Some say 

it’s like riding a bike.  

Cars hit me three times 

on a bike.  I got back on, 

not sure why.