Colfax Avenue
You won’t find Love on Colfax Avenue south
especially not in that blue house
whose deceiving front door opens not
into an entryway
but into a whirlwind of Emotions.
Everything from the grand piano
to the bathroom with the cliche wall hanging that reads
‘LOVE’
Before you walk into this house,
I advise you to seal your heart up tight.
Do not look at the stack of records
or the blanket that used to warm you.
Learn to keep yourself warm, instead.
If he invites you to stay a while: don’t
he doesn’t mean it, anyways.
In fact, don’t even remove your shoes
your barefeet might glue themselves to the floor
and you don’t want that, now do you?
You won’t find Love on Colfax Avenue south
not from the beautiful boy
in that blue house
whom who have loved relentlessly
for years.
His eyes will medicate you with their sea-glass elixir.
Flowers will erupt from his mouth:
do not pick them, for they are
poisonous.
Instead, plant your own flowers
and nurture them with the care he never had for you.
His hands will turn you to stone,
but only after they have melted you down into nothing.
It’s okay to cry on your bathroom floor.
It is not okay to call the boy crying,
relying on the fix that his voice gives you.
You are not The One.
And that,
as sharp as it feels,
is a very good thing
For you are worth more than all the expensive houses on Colfax Avenue combined.