Out Her Space

He found that space was the final frontierand now that he had space,
he had front tears,
back tears, and tears on all sides.
He had tears of a clown, all around,
upside down, wearing a frown,
under a mound of dirty laundry…
this quandary, he knew,
was of his own doing.
It was something he’d be chewing on
for a long, long time to come
now that he was out of her space.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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