In my last relationship, I was a television
       

You used to grope weather
forecasts from my throat,

beg me to say "I love you"
with the subtitles on.

I hoped no children
came from our union,

in fear that I would birth
late-night infomercials

alone.
We were thing
and owner,

watching, changing
without a chance.

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