I just used the last drop

Of my ecological laundry detergent.

I bought it in January

When I moved to New York.

My head wants to explode

Today.

I might let it.

You always leave after lunch

On those rare Mondays I get to see you

When you drive here for her.

You want to avoid rush hour,

All those people with real jobs.

You also don’t want 

To start missing

The old life.

I know this

Because I miss it too.

You gave me quarters,

I was out of American coins.

It’s brutal what we do

Without meaning to.