Good Material

by Dolly Alderton

Elephants puzzling out the anagram of their own anatomy, elephants at their abstracted lamentations— may their spirit guide me as I place my own sad thoughts in new, hopeful arrangements.

I hate that I’ve become a private investigator for my own broken relationship.

Not talking about the sadness is what leads us into The Madness.

When someone says they don’t want to be with you, you feel the pain of every single one of those times in life where you felt like you weren’t good enough. You live through all of it again.”

You’re brave in a way that I’m not.

And I’m sorry I didn’t take care of myself, either. I need to work on it. I’m pleased that our break-up taught me that. I’m sorry I went so mental. I love you. I always will. I’m glad we met. Andy