'Chipotle Cups' by Ravyn LaRue

He had me hold our cups
teeming with sugary soda
since his hands held the handlebars of his bike
so I waddled along beside him
as he peddled and I trudged
up the enormous hills
dotting the landscape of highland
he told me of his fears
that he would end up like her
locked in an infirmary
and scaring off his dear ones
since insanity, they say, is genetic
and as the cups fell apart in my palms
I sprinted in front of the bike
as we pulled over to the side
as cars approached
He said
all his friends are fair-weather
and when they succeed
he’ll be left in their dust
with all the rubble they made
and I looked into his eyes
as he’d done lots for me
and attempted to be reassuring
I told him I’d always stay
that he’s my beloved
and that he means more than all of them
and if they abandon him
my fat arms are what he can run to
and he said
Fuck it- I’m not going to their party
I’m going to stay with you
…That is, if that’s okay
And I said
Love-
there’s no way I’d rather spend my last night at home