Valentine

Valentine

 

She had wanted to be a doctor

But she married the man on the third floor

Who played the ukulele and

Liked her "green bean" colored coat

So she became a nurse

Cause it was the closest thing

And it was good

And her fingertips

Lay next to his fingertips

Until they didn’t

Until his kisses were cheap

Until she couldn't hold her breath

So she grew and grew

Until her feet were sore

From running

And the scent of rotten dreams

Stuck to the sleeves of her green coat

That she hid among mothballs and dust