My favorite roommate left

For good

A moment ago.

Since I came back from Italy

I feel oh so sentimental.

At the Met

People think

They’re supposed to look at art

But all they’re thinking about

Is the Petrie Court Café.

I could use a cup of tea

Myself.

And a man.

Someone who’ll sip oolong

And look at me with love

While he firmly holds my hand.

It’s normal to feel lonely

Here.

Thank goddess

I got over Him.

Now I promise I’ll behave

No silly crushes

Or shallow breathing.

Up at seven

Drink more water

Apply for Medicaid.