Four years ago I
succumbed to
my primal
instincts
Because what’s more
primal than to claim
one as your own?
A pair of rings and a
piece of paper to
mark marital
monogamy
social monogamy sexual
monogamy and genetic
monogamy
But Nora Ephron was wrong
because I did not desire
to be single again
When bullets fly over us, at us
—almost through us, you
stand back to back
with me in the
trenches
When I am with you, I have
thoughts that are not
progressive, 21st
century, nor
feminist
We’re cannon, we’re endgame
we’re the perfect balance of
sex, romance and
friendship
You and I
Ride or
die