Barstow

Why am I grieving you?

You smoldering Dumpster.

I hate you.

I love you.

Barstow, my FrENEMY,

Our camaraderie

Is a chronic disease,

A bizarre fetish

That somehow, I relish.

Sick.

Demented.

Yet I am contented

With the thought

That I’ll see you again.

Right?

#poetry