What goes up...

Today could have been far prettier if you hadn't showed up. Maybe I would have even smiled or bothered to say 'hello' to the grocer whose grins start from deep inside his perpetually oversized sweatshirts. If you hadn't come a knockin' maybe I would have given my pocket change to the guy who mutters obscenities at me under his breath with his hand outstretched from his cold sleeping bag two doors from my stoop. After all his violent cussing and forceful begging, even he's more considerate than you, even his grotesque belches and yellow-coloured coughs fare better company than your hideous lines. You're the detritus of all things untrustworthy. This affair was never made of love, but dependency. Now I know the difference and hopefully have the know-how to go on without you.

An Ode to Fido Upon Reading my NYC phone bill, written in the wee hours of poor (literally) desperation.