Tomorrow Is Today

“I’ve been cheated on by women.”

He said.

“And, she did it with 2 dudes.”

He continued.

“I understand”

I thought.

The pain.

Ripping open

From fascia out

In pure paralysis

To what can’t be undone.

Finding yourself

Bent and broken open

By the same encasing you once

Felt so safe.

Discovering yourself

Locked and open

In a moment you

Can’t see the possible

Future.

You can force the done to

Be un-done and still it

Won’t do you much good.

But instead-

I say,

“..but hey your hair is so fucking thick;

You’ll appreciate it in the future, even

If you hate it now.”

{{A love letter to a eddie}}