i sat across a coffee table
from Frank, George, Mina and Gertrude
with a bowl of cereal and a multivitamin
we made a list together
of all the girls i've loved
and let slip through my fingers
neither Mina nor Gertrude
keep the company of girls
and Frank is too much of a socialite
but George sees my worries as folly
for none of them are lost
only resting, silently,
waiting for me to finish my breakfast
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