five hornets.

Remember when five hornets flew into our apartment all at once?
You hid in the bathroom until I had killed them all.

The times we walked in Point Pleasant Park the dogs were happy and we were happy. They chased the deer away; you cried but they came back.

Hand raised pigeons, cats that made me crazy, we shared a single solitaire game when we went to bed. And you were safe again.

Don’t you forget about me, like childhood movies. Every moment that slowly dies is like rain on the sidewalk that slowly dries.

I killed all of our best memories like those five hornets, but parts remain. Dead bugs in our minds. The drinking helps me sleep.