The Birthday Poem
I thought of her last night
like every year,
That bitch who ditched my party
to sneak away to K-Mart.
Forsaking birthday cake
for the smell of polyester and plastic packaging.
We searched the woods, the Drive In.
We called her mother.
Years later, the cutest boy ditched her
to love me for many years.
That's what you get, I thought,
for breaking my heart
before growing one of your own.