Poem: Plastering The Cracks

The stereo was playing “Why Can’t We Be Friends” the day I told my best friend of over a decade  that he had to get the fuck out of my house and my face – in either order – and that we were done.

And that’s neither poetic device nor poetic justice – it’s just the facts. You remember what song was on when you’re telling someone you’ve known that long to p…