Lizzy Burnam 🐞

I wouldn’t say I miss you. We met right on schedule, 
and parted not a moment too soon. 

But today I circled the lot for what felt like hours 
before I found a single open parking spot, 
on a shitty side street far enough away to make my feet sore,
and I thought of you: that angry vein in your neck, 
your creative threats pelted at other drivers. 

If you were here, you might say, 
“don’t anthropomorphize a corpse” or “I will always love you,” 
depending on your mood. 

In any case, I hope there’s nothing left to bitch about, 
in whichever heaven you've managed to weasel your way into.