(I wrote this piece in 2013 after a break up and then recited it at a venue in front of our mutual friends and acquaintances. If you want to take an event from super fun to awkward and uncomfortable in a nanosecond, I highly recommend reading sad personal poems).
He has long eyelashes
“Like a camel,” I always think.
They match his tawny desert eyes, still dry
while I weep oceans from my baby blues.
It’s telling: he is arid when I am stormy,
crashing into him with every tide.